Sin… Break Free

I want to break free. I have to break free. I’ve got to break free from this prison that wraps bars so tightly round me. I need to break free. Who knows? Who knows what it’s doing to me? I’ve fallen so far. I’ve fallen so far that I don’t...

Sin… Peter…

I’m told that a single match can burn a thousand dreams. As the Olympic Flame can light the fire of hope in a million hearts, one tiny match can turn hope into hell. Meet Peter. Pyro Pete, of course. What else could he be called? Well, he could be called a lot,...
Sin… The Scream…

Sin… The Scream…

I’m feeling fuzzy headed today. Did someone come into my room in the night and inject cotton wool in through my ears? Did my brain leak out from my nose, pushed out by the fluffy white intruder? Or did I sleepwalk to a fairground and eat so much candy floss that...

Sin… Bonfire of the Sanities

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, porridge, poetry and plots. Hmmm… Don’t think it goes quite like that, does it? Isn’t it something about gunpowder and treason? I’d ask the goodly Mr. Fawkes, he was ever the bright spark, but I hear...

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