55 words that broke the reverie
He was slain for it. Just as she was before him. He wanted to avenge her death. She was a thrill seeker, it showed in her death. He on the other hand had waited till it was dark. To his credit, he drew first blood. Thunder clap. Smash. Agony. Splattered blood.
Damn these pesky mosquitoes.
posted by S# at 12:12 AM
4 Comments:
Nice.
And welcome back.
Are we celebrating 13 month anniversary of your last post? :D
Nice story... had an element of dark humor... I am hoping to see more of this.
Yay.. the 55 has really caught on, thanks to me. Bah, who am I kidding.
But its addictive I assure you.. there will be a second one. You can count on it ;)
Brilliant stuff man! Didnt know you wrote this well!
Kais
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