Isabel had written novels and poetry that has gone unseen. The blog is here to allow people to see her work.
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
The Victim
He stumbled and fell. Down, down, down. An eternal depth Of vile contortion. An evil hunger devoured his reason. A cunning thirst drained his sanity. A ruthless flame consumed his soul And left his body, empty.
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