Thomas Ware
Joined July 2021
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Wendigo
Hungry. Hungry, hungry, hungry. All I could feel was the gnawing ache of the hunger. It drove me forward, kept me from resting. I crept through the woods like a ghost, eyes roving through the landscape for any hint of movement. Anything to eat. There was no fruit to be found in the winter here, nothing growing on the bare branches and snowy shrubs. Only the animals. Fat and hot with rich blood. It had been so long since I’d eaten. It was like a constant pit in my stomach, sending pulsing pain throughout my body, slowing my thoughts. I couldn’t think about anything else.
By Thomas Ware4 years ago in Horror
