Short Stories

The Stage

How long will this devilish dance go on for?

Limbs pulled taut, and souls roam free until called upon. This stage we call our torture chamber. Strings hang and pull in an attempt to move our lifeless bodies, and... there is nothing we can do about it. Insanity fills our heads and pours out of us and into the ghastly air. Hauntingly beautiful music sleepily drags throughout the, as he calls it, theatre. Beautiful is a stark contrast to us.

We are his ppuppets.7

We put on a show for the masked spectators and all we receive are emotionless stares. Stares that chill your spine and pierce your skin.