Gangsta Stories

“Look, the warrior princess is finally coming around.” The harsh baritone wakes my mind like basalt rock against a cheese grater. Every syllable is ripping out a handful of the paper-thin wall between sanity and echoing paracusias. Such a tiny little mistake... I walked right into that trap, didn’t I? The annoyed voice in my head is beating up my reckless, overconfident self mockingly, while another, more fragile ego pray...