Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Castrated the sinner, separate the steed, a time in motion, a time to be. I gave the lasting, longer to, over the mirror, petty lies told without hope. A damsel, a dream, a dreaded slope, downward, deeper, the dance diverged, steeper, and steeper, the cliffs’ faces raised. The devil, the doomed, the sinner of all, was waiting for supper, hungry as could be, downward came the kibble, a few hundred souls, and me…