It was a sick exchange to watch. Slashed throats and unrecognizable faces littered the arena. The beasts' faces, with blood in their hair, looked over the mangled bodies that were once their victims. Their sharp claws had ripped apart the flesh of the people. This was entertainment to most of the occupants of Nuelasia. Thomas could not understand either parts of this twisted show; how they could lock creatures up and force them into violent, vicious creatures or how they could throw people into their doom, ignoring their screams.
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Short Stories And Poems
Historia CortaThis is just a place I write down short stories or poems. If you have some constructive criticism, I would love to hear it. This is an outlet for me though so there may be topics discussed that make you uncomfortable. Reader discretion is advised.
