Fiction
Mountain Rats by E.G. Rand
The beast’s deep-set eyes were damaged, the retinas swirling white instead of pink.
The beast’s deep-set eyes were damaged, the retinas swirling white instead of pink.
You could fool someone into thinking you knew what you were doing if you did it with certainty.
” … the fluorescent lights that cast each person as a putrefied replica of humanity – a Madame Tussaud-like live works series in the process of decay.”
By the time he returned, the shooing had gotten more serious and her jaw showed gunslinger intent.