Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

I looked for hope in the eyes of the endless, only to find lies that were relentless, a sin within the deceit, your deception worthless, a fraction of what was and could be, a dead bird at your feet, open the wings, let the maggots in, as a nagging, strikes deep, like a knife in the face, a clot in my hand, open the door, and test the was no more…