I was born July 26, 1984 in Wisconsin. I am 30 years old today. Maybe I don't have much longer to live, but we shall see. The soul lives on.
Do I hold myself responsible? Somewhat, because we all have self-determination. But then my heart is not my own.
This is my confession.
I cannot claim insanity, for I remember every tiny detail, whether you believe me or not.
This land and everything you see is mine, the sheds, the cemeteries. Nothing lives anymore, except for me. And I subsist on whom I've killed, cooked or raw.
Come inside.
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Dark, dark stuff and I loved the title. Excellent drabble, Richard.
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Creepy, but cool!