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Harold Attano opens the door to his home a sledgehammer in his hand.  He appears calm but to the trained eye rage is brewing beneath the surface as we hear his inner monologue.  “I have helped Zeus knock down each … Read More

At Olympus, Harold Attano is walking the NXT Level Arena.  He’s a man at the tipping point restraining himself from a mental break, Hera’s attempting to pass off inmates as her “Uprising”, and he missed it.   “Looking around this place … Read More

A cop gets to live the life of a hero.  He carries a badge as a symbol of that heroism, people respect and adore him.  The hearts of men and women alike are thankful for his presence.  A designer gets … Read More

Sirens scream while I’m supposed to be on lockdown, but my door busts open.  Three people have decided it’s Nobody’s time to leave Deathrow as a riot rages outside my cell.  I ask myself the questions I’ve as always, do you … Read More

You can have the sound of a thousand voices calling your name.  You can have the light of the world blind you, bathe you in grace.  But I don’t see so easily what you hold in your hands because castles … Read More

Sleep is a very vulnerable state for more reasons than one.  Sure, it’s very rare that you’re able to defend yourself when your eyes are closed, and your mind is no longer paying attention to the world around you.    But … Read More

As I’ve walked up and down the levels of Arcadia recently people have begun to offer me things in order to get me to part with my credits.  Stuff to make me forget…  Things to make me remember…  Items to … Read More

Our ghosts haunt us, they make us face our regrets. Their words can consume our thoughts if we let them.   These apparitions are memories, regrets, and heartaches. They’re the embodiment of what we could’ve done better.  Recently I’ve been … Read More

The lights in the house were dim, as he walked into his living room.  He secured a highball glass and filled it halfway with whiskey before taking a small sip.  It’d been a ritual of his to sit in his … Read More

[Harold wanders into Felix’s Funhouse coaxed by a memory.]    “Everyone has heroes, role models, people they idolized growing up.  Me, I was a shitty role model, I was never really there for her… publicly.  But that’s how it must … Read More