The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“I told you one day if you ever came back here I’d send you to hell,” he hisses as he withdraws the blade and collapse beside it, he winces in pain casting a glace down at his side where a large gash pulsates ferociously from where the monsters claws struck.
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Conflicted monsters are such a 21st century creation. That’s what makes your final paragraph so damn sweet, how he is lost. Great story.
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