Month January 2025

A Short Story

Lines on his face are trenches of despair, scars turned battle hymns. Today, he’ll pretend, a hero born from necessity, not by choice.

The battle-worn armour he bears glints like a fading sun, mocking the memories of triumphs long turned to ash. Each scratch screams defiance against time and mortality, a silent anthem of a man who’s endured too much.

Eyes, sharp yet haunted, dare the world try and break him one last time. He doesn’t seek recognition, nor absolution—just survival. Today, he is a fortress, daring the heavens to strike him down.