There were bloodstains on your hands.
No matter what there would always be bloodstains on your hands. It was something that no amount of scrubbing could get rid of. Read the rest of this entry »
Archives for posts with tag: pm
The night is cold and dark. The frigid wind whistles through the trees, stirring scattered leaves along the ground, creating an eerily serene atmosphere. A path winds its way down, beginning where you stand at a hive, smelling strongly of smoke. Apart from the leaves, everything is still, which is how most trolls probably would have described tonight.
But not you.
You would describe tonight as very, very messy. Read the rest of this entry »
Categories Stories
sburbgamma 