She stood, gasping, in the middle of a pile of bloody corpses. Dead. They were all dead, and she had killed them. Her sword slipped slowly from her sweaty & trembling hands. Her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing. She’d killed them. They’d certainly meant to kill her. They’d come at her… Continue reading The Alley
A strange little story which popped into my head one day while thinking about walking in the woods at night.
A short story that’s been floating around in my head recently about a strange old man who lives on the edge of a forest who might be more than he seems.