Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Riddled in red, that’s what the name said. Woven in flesh, bound in sin, opening within, I never saw the last of it. Dried eyes, no tears, jagged rocks beneath my bare feet. He said it would hurt, I told him I didn’t care. I lied as I cried. It should never have been, gloating, smiling, persistent chattering, nothing mattering. A boat not rowed, but sinking…