There's a voice calling from inside the woods. Please don't follow it.
A tale from the depths of Hell written in Devilish Inks.
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If you like what you see follow me there will be more to come.
Hello! This is the third work, a short story, just to showcase some more writing styles I possess to tempt potential fans to pick up my WIP (work in progress) that's nearly completed. This story is co...
It was night. A black night, painted red with blood. The buzzing in his ears from the gunshots reminded him of his alarm clock,
A 30 second glance in the head of a woman running from her captor, she talking to God, pleading, knows she is about to die.
Thinking about the significance of parties in our lives.
There's a voice calling from inside the woods. Please don't follow it.
A tale from the depths of Hell written in Devilish Inks.
-
-
-
If you like what you see follow me there will be more to come.
Hello! This is the third work, a short story, just to showcase some more writing styles I possess to tempt potential fans to pick up my WIP (work in progress) that's nearly completed. This story is co...
It was night. A black night, painted red with blood. The buzzing in his ears from the gunshots reminded him of his alarm clock,
A 30 second glance in the head of a woman running from her captor, she talking to God, pleading, knows she is about to die.
Thinking about the significance of parties in our lives.