Chapter 14
Freddy responded, "i was thinking that maybe the serial killer was jeremy but...he's too genuine."
Identity: Chapter Fifty-Five
#56 of identity a serial killer is on the loose in the city of san fernando, long hailed as a haven for gay people.
Kamikaze Lover
Beneath a cloak of twisted blasphemy a body within a body a soul beneath a soul entertwined embraced together you are my kamikaze lover you'll be the death of me you are the keyhole and i am the key kiss touch feel between above within my serial
The Old Farmer Part 1
Female serial killer will have more uploads part one of this 2 part short the second will have his death and a little back story she giggled drunk on the pleasure of death.
Identity: Chapter Forty-Six
#47 of identity a serial killer is on the loose in the city of san fernando, long hailed as a haven for gay people.
Eyes like the Forest (8)
There was much to know before action could be taken. The voices that commanded Galen were always so ambiguous in the task required of him, always a place, always a face, and some hint of what was to come, but that was all. The challenge of discovering...
Eyes like the Forest (7)
No-longer-gray had awoken some hours before dawn, having slept as much as he was allowed, and made a breakfast of wild berries and a crust of bread leftover from the previous day's meal, all while watching that fragile construction of wood and straw....
Eyes like the Forest (6)
Despite assurances otherwise, it was nearing midday when the ferry had finally docked in Tarrensford, a fact the traveler would have bemoaned, were he not simply grateful to be on solid land once again. No more wagons, no more ferries, no horses, or...
Eyes like the Forest (5)
Nausea fought its way into No-longer-gray gut as his stomach once again threatened to empty itself. The gentle rocking of the wagon's wheels turning over the dirt road, while once a comforting boon to the weary traveler, now tormented him in his...
Eyes like the Forest (4)
Blood and rainwater mixed with the earth to create a viscous muck in which the body of the ox had sank. The rain had broken an hour ago, but the wind still shrieked about them cart, carrying the distant lupine howls. The attack had been fast, not an...
Eyes like the Forest (3)
A sickly green light illuminated the wooden door, caused by a hanging lantern that burned an otherworldly hue, casting a deathly pallor onto the still dark, stone street and onto the sign of black wood, upon which jagged letters of alabaster dubbed...
Eyes like the Forest (1)
The creak of the wagon, the gentle rocking as it rumbled down the road in its steady rhythm, the soft birdsong and warm sunlight seemed to pull him ever deeper into weariness as he reclined in the open back, among the cargo. Nestled between a box that...