Mozart plays at the soirée.
We're back where we left off.
The same ballroom fight. We waltz and throw insults across the room and it passes closed doors.
They listen.
For a split second the masks come off and we know they're watching.
I didn't expect you to pull out the gun.
If they could see us now, they'd throw pity at our feet.
But they can't. Not anymore.
You scoop up all your new marbles and put them in a sack while the music still plays.
Mozart distracts you long enough for me to grab the gun.
Rex Tremendae.
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The Hundred Word Horror Show
HorrorA collection of grim poetry and micro-fiction written in no more than 100 words awaits you with Ronaldo Katwaroo's collection "The Hundred Word Horror Show." Grab your popcorn. Make sure to have your tickets ready. And enjoy the horror show! Just pr...
