Jayres Green

Lost in the mountains of the South, my passion to write burns deep. Creativity rising till the dam bursts, spilling endlessly through my fingertips. To intrigue, my goal. Like a puppeteer, I'll guide your mind on a journey of my choosing.

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Hell's Memory
a year ago
Two nights have passed since Private Douglas was gunned down, nearly sawed in half by the relentless wave of lead raining down on us. He is gone, yet, I sit here watching his chest rise and fall as if...