Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Wicked worker given fly, the night is darkest when you die, over and under, the edge is wet, a something forgotten, the words not said, I was lonely while the torch shined bright, twisted plans, the devils delight, processed in the foolish field, we struggled, strained, wanted to be more, but lacked the strength, lack the tools, and faced tomorrow, without, on the ledge..