Maybedisturbing Stories

when the weeds began to protrude from the cracks beneath her breast bone, wilted and stinking of rotting flesh- daisy had not been fearful of watching the frail chain of flowers slip from her even frailer wrist and flutter to the ground. *this story may be triggering*

Maybe investigating the train hours before the actual departure wasn't one of the greatest ideas you've thought of, Percival. !!!WARNING!!! IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO SOME SUBJECTS OF THIS STORY I STRONGLY ADVISE TO READ WITH CAUTION OR DON'T READ IT AT ALL. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.