I can't help but to be somewhat excited about what's coming before me even though you killed me in cold blooded murder. What was coming for me? Hell? Heaven? Or somewhere else alltogether? Or maybe my soul will slowly wander the earth and haunt you forever.
Suddenly, there was a bright light. I raised my arm up to cover my face. What...was this?
YOU ARE READING
$hort$tories
Historia Cortathe title explains itself, it's a bunch of short stories...
