She's dead, not breathing,
Decomposing beside me,
Our children are next.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerely hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Hahahahhahahaha our children are next! That was awesomeeee!
Well, that’s all just calculated to give me nightmares. I think this one should do very well in the challenge