“They came down from the walls in the middle of the night,” Sunshine’s mother’s breath was growing cold as her hand trembled daintily in her daughter’s. “These horrible, disgusting creatures that smelled like old blood…”
By Honey Ma5 years ago in Fiction
“All of this stolen jewelry in your possession and you can’t produce a simple necklace,” the voice vibrated front he bottom of the plastic cup on the single counter table. “I feel sorry for you sometimes, blacksmith.”
