(Horror) He holds onto the knife with warm blood gradually dripping down. He walks out of the bedroom; his face pallid as paper and his eyes stared straight ahead like they almost bite, as a ravenous beast lusting for more flesh and blood. His huge, muddy shoes while walking down the old staircase make loud… Continue reading Guilt
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Flowers upon the Stone
The day after a storm, debris was about as usual. The trashcan lids along with the trash, the dead leaves, and the plastic flowers. She always noticed the plastic flowers that ended up outside their boundary fence, the flowers rolling through the ditches.