I lay on the train tracks as brown leaves crumbled around me in the wind.
"I love this season." Night thought. "Everything's dying this time of year." I pulled at my fingerless gloves as my open trench coat flapped around my thin frame in the autumn wind. I watched the setting sun, waiting for the train.
"This is what they call this 'Beautiful'?" Light thought, unimpressed.
"Yes, I'd heard that said before." Night recalled. I looked closer at the changing sky, trying to find the amusement that others seem to stumble upon so easily. I sighed, disappointed at failure to feel. "Still, its something to stare at. Lots of colors..." I thought as I lost consciousness.
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Knives
HorrorThis story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...
