Moonlight peered through the cracks of the dark, icy clouds as wind brushed past the old dying leaves. As smoke bit him aggressively in the nose as ashes from near by dropped like broken and lost memories.
A frozen chill touched his face like a ghastly hand. As he wandered across torn and scattered cobblestone. Street lights flickered like a confused candle in the harsh wind.
He wandered past shops that were abandoned like a lost pocket watch. Passing a mossy, brick wall, Zora stepped down his usual route. He moved slowly as he clutched his silver flask which was filled to the brim with frozen coffee.
He stepped quickly. His black coat flowed in the angry wind. He roamed curiously as he soon reached a black gate. Swinging it open, it screeched as he walked through. Closing it behind him, carefully. Then trudged through. He reached the large building that looked a over him. Letting out a soft sigh and slowly turned a silver key.
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Contortion
HorrorThe moonlight peered through cracks from the dark clouds. Contortion is a tale about a young man named Zora who works as a servant for a couple. But is soon dragged into a new but dark place.
