“What could possibly be Hell, but the culmination of this life’s suffering, trapped inside the mind of someone who cannot withstand it?”
Every day they come, every day they go. Hunting like a pack of wolves in wind, in rain, in snow.
Never do they hunger, never do they bleed. Yet driven by an instinct shouting, “Kill! Grow! Feed!”
They are not without a mind. They think, they wait, they plan. The weakest of the hunters could kill the greatest man.
What are these fearsome beasts? Your guess is good as mine. I watch them chase her every day, last night I counted nine.
I am oh so weak. This fact now […]