He lifted the axe. Hate flowed trough him. Anger. Rage. A crow was watching. The violence. It felt good. It … More
Henry finished his story. It was a short little piece, a story about a murder. Dark, even darker than the … More
I stood in the middle of the room, watching the horrible symbol in front of me. A little girl had … More
After her father died things had gotten worse. Her mother never let her out. Ever. She didn’t go to school. … More
The night was dark. Lightning and thunder shook the village. The little family were sitting in the hut, scared as … More
He walks over to her. His eyes lit up with hatred. Apple thieves. Intruders.
He lifts the saw.