#shortstory
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Our Ghoulish Tale: It Wasn’t Enough
It wasn’t enough for you was it that I died? You had to keep stabbing me plunging your sharp sword into my body until it pierced my grieving soul…still you lusted for more like me… I was consumed with gut gripping fear… All I could hear was evil laughter before I was tragically struck with Read more
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The Night’s Call
The night’s call is gentle and sweet. Whispering words flow freely from her lips.The darkness captures suggestive tones towards pleasure. Swiftly, a cool breeze enters the sizzling heat filled room. As the breeze settles within two bodies form impressions under drifting satin white sheets. The wind takes flight through the nearby window and swiftly caresses Read more