Snarling quill
It's the other way around; the quill snarls at me if I don't pick it up
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Really really short story #2 Vengeance (fiction horror)
He stared, trembling with terror at the vengeful eyes of the child he raped and murdered three years ago.
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