An alumnus of both Ficlets.com and Ficly.com. Who, for some weird reason, is starting his time here with an abundance of cannibalism-themes stories. O.o
The sky is amazing. So many stars. A view you will never see living your whole life in a city. I must be a hundred kilometres or more from the nearest town of any size. The night of the new moon, too, means a view that too few people in this world ever get to see.
As I lay on my back, I see a single, brilliant shooting star. I smile. What an amazing universe. Such beauty, and, yet, such horrors, as well.
Those horrors are what drove me to where I am. On my back, staring up at this beautiful, incredible night sky, blood flowing freely from my wrists. It's mid-summer, the hottest day, so far, this year, and I feel myself growing cold.
I hear their cries in the distance. They, whatever 'they' are, are closing in. Hopefully, even if I'm not dead, yet, my body will lose all feeling by the time they start eating me.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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So beautiful and so tranquil and so gruesome. Superbly delivered.
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