Toni-IslandWriter Glenn
Joined January 2021
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Owl Eyes
Fred leans against a tree. He pants, clutches his chest. Unsteady on his legs, he rests a hand on the trunk. The bark crumbles under his fingers. The decay jolts him; his legs quake under the fright that consumes him, and he collapses on a bed of dead leaves. The entire forest screams of his impending doom. It tries to silence his yearning for rest and reprieve. Though he knows what is to come, he can’t curtail his hope. He rights himself.
By Toni-IslandWriter Glenn3 years ago in Horror