Brett Arthur Wolfe
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Council of the Dead
I Marcus Jones was driving home with his eight year old daughter in the seat beside him. It was around eight at night and they were returning home after having just seen the new Spider-Man movie. The two of them were close, closer than her and her mother could have hoped to be, and it was because of nights like these. Nights where Marcus could let go of all of his worries and just have a night of fun with his daughter.
By Brett Arthur Wolfe4 years ago in Fiction
Blood Hunter
From the bowels of darkness a woman screams, a scream that echoes through the valley and reverberates off the mountains. As the echo fades, a strange voice that sounds like rocks grinding together is heard saying “It will…rain blood!” Followed by a laugh so evil that anyone who heard it pulled their cloaks a little tighter, grabbed their children, and locked their doors.
By Brett Arthur Wolfe4 years ago in Horror
