Winfield, a posh, little town in Southern Britain, home to our lead, Casey Wilheim. A rather stereotypical British teenager, Casey had all the right attributes to become a fine gentleman. He was; tall, handsome, well mannered, rode horses, and played cricket. His, rich, and well respected family owned a large portion of the town, along with multiple, successful, businesses. The home of the Wilheim's was a large, three story, building, in the style of Victorian era architecture, with acres of land for the yard, and a dirt track leading towards the town.
Casey laid on his bed, the bliss of the night showed signs on his bedroom floor, bottles of alcoholic beverages laid empty on his carpet. His phone, flung against the wall, rung with a blaring tone, that would cause any hungover teenager pain. With eyes as red as roses, Casey emerged from his alcoholic slumber, and shuffled towards his phone.
"Have you forgotten that the party is today?"
The voice was that of Casey's significant other, Alisha. The love of his life, the one person Casey would give up everything for.
Mumbles are the sounds that escaped his mouth, as he tried to string a coherent list of words into an understandable sentence. "No... I haven't... Ugh... We're still going, right?"
"Well, I would hope so, I've brought new clothes for this occasion." Her voice softened as she continued her talk. "Anyway, I'm surprised you managed to get home, you refused for anyone to help you last night, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling great, never better. I'm guessing that I'm still coming to yours to get you?" Casey's thoughts had started to clear up from his slumberous state.
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The Weeping One - A Series of Short Stories
Korku"Can you feel the sting, the all too familiar touch of a nerve? No?" The Weeping One is a series of short horror stories, coming from the mind of Lewis Wyatt, a lover of the more distorted aspects of reality. From sadism to masochism, from religio...
