A Beginning…
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
Okay, Nicholas.
Special ornament
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
Racing down the mountain side
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
“Wake up, you idiot.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.