Is it by accident or fate that a killer of such nature evil was born? A killer who is out for blood. Who will not stop till their addiction of blood being spilled and the screams of the murdered are satisfied. They go by the name Henry Ash a seemingly normal person when it comes to looks. Henry is what most would call your everyday citizen, but it's those eyes that give it away. That small sparkle they get when death, or someone being badly hurt is mentioned/seen, It's those eyes of death. But are those eyes even known to man. Maybe they are something greater and out of this world..

Short stories with deep meaning.

These are some of the short stories that I write daily. The genres can be anything from horror to fantasy. I'll try to update as often as I can but I can't make any promises!