Writer of questionable decisions, unreliable narrators, and people who should probably have stayed home that night.
I turn rain into atmosphere, silence into suspense, and ordinary people into beautifully complicated disasters.
If you find a little darkness between these lines, don't worry. I probably put it there.
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Story by TheUnfinishedQuill
Bloody Bastard
He arrived in Bellgrave with blood on his boots.
Nobody asked whose.
An old woman told him he was late for hi...