Henri smiled, walked across his backyard, and made his way into the woods. Share this: Print Twitter Facebook LinkedIn Reddit Tumblr Email More Broken Heartscreative writingDark FantasyDeathDepressionEvilfearHorror Nothing. Nothing came out right for months. The molten glass drooped instead of holdi...
We refuse to abandon the viola to the Lord, remembering the words of Chicken Bone and flee to the fence and beyond into the woods. Alas! Our thoughtlessness catches up with us as we find the corpse of Eric, rent as by claws. We had forgotten his curse, and although he was a ...