Skin, dark as the night sky. Rounded daggers highlighted by hair, the colour of frost with the softness of silk. Whispering its secrets, Whispering its warning. Do not come any closer. It scratches but doesn’t stab. Stings, but does not bleed. it fears ruining a flower so pure. But all thats needed- is a scrape. A tiny little prick.Continue reading “Whispered Secrets”
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The Tears of a Killer
Here’s the first 3 pages of a story I hope to write. Let me know what you think! It was a slaughter. The whole night was just an eradication of any, and all loose ends. Anyone that knew their secret had a target on their back. Even the wind didn’t dare make an appearance. TheContinue reading “The Tears of a Killer”
Short Story: Lights
Lights on. Lights off. Lights on. Lights off. Lights on…why hasn’t he woken up yet? I look at the old ragged man. He’s lying on a tattered blanket in the corner of the room. He didn’t want to sleep on the bed, fearful he would make it dirty, alerting the owners that someone stayed inContinue reading “Short Story: Lights”
A.L.Tucker 