These same mouths believe their own lies and say the shadows of that same bell gave wake to the death that now walks our streets. I, myself, am more inclined to believe it rose from the putrid earth.
He always got me tangled up in shit, you see, and always flaked out when the goin’ got tough. It was that way at high school and it was the same way that night at the Gas ‘n’ Gulp. If we had graduated, our yearbook photos would’ve read polar opposites, I bet. His would have been something like “will always drop the ball,” and mine would have read “always sticks to his guns.”
I’ve never felt so alone, as I do on a night of an empty sky. Especially if the night is dead still. Nothing says you
I was startled by the sound of a bumping through the wall. The kind of startled where your whole body jolts you awake. It was very
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James was always a late sleeper. More often than not, his mother would put him to bed…
I opened my eyes. Laid in bed, enveloped in darkness, I heard it again. The same SKRCHH SKRCHH scratching I hear every night. It hasn’t