Memory of a distant love
We looked into the hole and wondered at the waxen decaying forms that lay below us. “I knew her,” my … Continue reading Memory of a distant love
We looked into the hole and wondered at the waxen decaying forms that lay below us. “I knew her,” my … Continue reading Memory of a distant love
Short Story Sunday: Dark Dreams of the Hunted Sharp pain then exquisite pleasure unlike anything he’d every imagined. Teeth sinking … Continue reading Dark Dreams of the Hunted
The Hunter A short story from Juliette Kings “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter