The perfect killer

He walks slowly across the dirtied floor; his victim lifeless, glazed eye’s staring out into the abyss. The killer, a master, his movements sure and even; striking the match with elegance he burns the house. As it glows in the ever growing distance, he laughs wildly at the thought of an investigation. He was invisible,… Continue reading The perfect killer


Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.