When my fingers hit the keys,I never know what is about to emerge from the grey matter of my brain.
Waking up on the cold ground with a centipede crawling across his face Adorjan woke up with a start. Slightly.
The tacky texture of a drop of blood about to congealed happens in about eight to fifteen minutes. Within that span.
The day was never kind to the dead and it will never be. Makalo fought against his infernal desire to.
Makalo felt the shift in the house when Abella returned. He was in his library sitting on his ninetieth century.
The night wraps around the undead like a silken sheet, that slowly caresses and transitions with their every move. A.
As the ominous yet memorable heel struck the marbled floor. Alerted to all the trusted high guard has returned. All.