Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Flooded is thee, the wheel of time burns through me. I asked, and it gave, yet there was nothing to see. Over eons, a shape was defined, but given a new name, a new lie to be. I wondered, without thought, for that was beyond me. A sea, I saw, opened with a roar, it guzzled down all of me. The sea, it drank, I was, will I be, open, left, deconstructed, never to be…