Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A field of stars befalls me, surrounding infinity. Here, gone. There, go. Language the barrier, flesh the key—an understanding in destiny. Winter legs cradle mountains, bestial virgins, yesterday’s babies, cried until the sun shone through, melting the mildew. I swam, I stroked—neither did I. A vision undone, over and over, the fields, stars aplenty…