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Did he dare ask the question one more time?
Assessing the mayhem, the mess, the grime
Did he call him to suffer his wrath
His axe wielded, his sadistic laugh
She comes down the stairs, “what’s going on?”
Go back to bed, I’ll be right along
She climbs back up the stairs humming away
Oblivious of what the madman has done this day
Suddenly, shattered glass, a lightning strike
Black cloak in front of him starting to fight
He falls to his feet like a heavy sack
The cloak prepares himself with his axe
The man raises his hand, pleads for his life
The girl is back there, scared on this night
Don’t hurt my girl, please leave her alone
As you wish, his axe, through flesh and through bone
The girl screamed, loud as she could
The cloak whispers to her “be quiet, be good”
He raises his axe one more time
She cowers beneath his line
She closes her eyes and waits for the blade
Did she die? Or did she evade?
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Phil lister 29/09/17
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Book Stephen king “the cell”
Awesome!
Well done dude, and great choice of book!
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Lol, cheers
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Would you be annoyed if I say I tried to get the story behind this one but am still confused. If not, please explain…
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Fictional horror, you paint the spaces as you wish, it was pretty bizarre and random but most horrors are. No story, just what entered my mind at the time
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Cool 😊
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