The Bonded
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights.
We huddled in the dark closet for what seemed like forever, our hearts pounding in our chests.
“Wake up, you idiot.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air.