Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The homeless desired this place as a sheltered haven.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

I set the timer. The silent countdown, with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the twenty-minutes commenced. The ticking and tocking started its merciless countdown.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.