Parfum
Can you smell it, high on the wind?
The faintest of sickly, sweet stenches.
It grows more powerful each passing sun.
He doesn't come alone.
Accompanied by his brothers in arms.
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31 Days of Dread 2019 - 31 Words |31 Stories | 31 Days
TerrorThis book is my contribution to the Poets Pub 31 Days of Horror Challenge. The Poets Pub has an annual challenge to write poems or stories composed of 31 words, for the 31 days of October. **A new story/poem every day in October All stories and mat...
