(Warnings: Implied murder, death, blood, and gore.)
Two dark figures,
A dark hallway.
Blood coated floors,
Dancing shoes.
A dark gown,
A black suit.
A pale face,
A dark mask.
Careless love,
A touch of reality.
A gentle tune,
A dark and loud storm.
A gentle smile,
A dead frown.
Lidded eyes,
A loveable stare.
Bloodied hands,
Dancing feet.
Clicks and clacks throughout the night, an echo of the screams of fright.
None of it would ever make sense for the figures danced through blood and gore. Prints of bloodied feet now covering the beautiful floor.
Not a living being to be seen, only a figure and their twin.
A shadow dance through flashing lights.
Four feet dancing.
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Short Stories
General FictionThis is just a collection of short stories I have made over the year(s?). Most of them are just stories of my own characters. I will try to keep up with everything. (Cover art by: Me.)
