The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Colin had asked me to light it, but he was specific. Just the one, he said.
By Scott Hutz4 years ago in Horror
Speak Now (or not) Rage of red suppressed to white The same ought, sleepless nights Leave what's left to tomorrow Ballast internal, bereft and there to borrow
By Scott Hutz5 years ago in Poets
