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Scorned Love
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Scorned Love
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Scorned Love
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A gripping 23,000-word fiction novella with twists and turns, tragedy, surprises, love and heartbreak.
I might as well hang myself and dig my own grave,
That rotting animal carcass draped over me, dragging me into the vulture's cave.
I don't just feel death—I am death, a cursed thing, a blight upon the earth.
A swan drowned in mud, wings torn, beauty turned to filth.
A sun snuffed out, a black dove plummeting from the sky.
Even the parasites flee—mosquitoes recoil, flies twist away in disgust.
I am poison. I am ruined.
Why did God waste his breath to shape me?
Who am I? Why do I carry two names, two curses?
A prison of flesh, split mind—conjoined twins screaming in one skull.
Life is a gauntlet of knives, every step a fresh wound.
I'd rather sprint naked through barbed wire, let the thorns flay me clean,
Than endure this slow decay.
I'm clawing toward salvation, screaming at the heavens: "I'm coming!"
But God plays coy—the pearly gates slither away like mirages.
Heaven's a fugitive, and I'm the damned thing it escapes.
About the Author
KJ De LA Jewelz is more than an author or artist. He is a cultural force who blends imagination, creativity, and street smarts into every work he creates. His storytelling ability is intensity-rich with suspense, layered drama, and emotional pull-that keeps readers leaning in, fully absorbed from the first page to the last.
A gripping 23,000-word fiction novella with twists and turns, tragedy, surprises, love and heartbreak.
I might as well hang myself and dig my own grave,
That rotting animal carcass draped over me, dragging me into the vulture's cave.
I don't just feel death—I am death, a cursed thing, a blight upon the earth.
A swan drowned in mud, wings torn, beauty turned to filth.
A sun snuffed out, a black dove plummeting from the sky.
Even the parasites flee—mosquitoes recoil, flies twist away in disgust.
I am poison. I am ruined.
Why did God waste his breath to shape me?
Who am I? Why do I carry two names, two curses?
A prison of flesh, split mind—conjoined twins screaming in one skull.
Life is a gauntlet of knives, every step a fresh wound.
I'd rather sprint naked through barbed wire, let the thorns flay me clean,
Than endure this slow decay.
I'm clawing toward salvation, screaming at the heavens: "I'm coming!"
But God plays coy—the pearly gates slither away like mirages.
Heaven's a fugitive, and I'm the damned thing it escapes.
About the Author
KJ De LA Jewelz is more than an author or artist. He is a cultural force who blends imagination, creativity, and street smarts into every work he creates. His storytelling ability is intensity-rich with suspense, layered drama, and emotional pull-that keeps readers leaning in, fully absorbed from the first page to the last.


















