Day12
I was on an mysterious jungle-island. Full of overgrown greenery and vines. It was dark out, i needed to find or make shelter for the night.after walking for what felt like hours, I spotted a small tree house. I made my way towards it and began climbing into the house. Happily exploring I noticed a huge painting a girl staring out at a wasteland filled with ice and fog. In the fog a snake emerged, slithering out of the canvas to me baring its fangs but not to attack. It slide up my arm an waited. I ripped out it's Fang and stabbed its fesh wide open..I wake.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
My Words Of The Night
Ngẫu nhiênshort stories of mine that speak to me. hopefully others will enjoy. (Warning: death, gore and slight upseting topics do not read if feint at heart)
