Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Tossed around, turned upside down, the plot thickens as words are written, and I call it a day. No voice, no say—things don’t compute, a hollow pursuit, worthless and destitute. I crave yet gave a kingdom for time, but nothing is mine. You called out, and I froze as the water flowed, icy and cold, from the hose. Regulated, stipulated—the end, too late to defend. Covered in crimson, we seldom see some. Hold me here, bleed away the fear, as I await my…