Sunday, July 17, 2011


There are monsters in the woods.

I have reasons to know that.

And when the townspeople find his body, disemboweled and half-devoured, they'll know it too.

The only witness, a boy of nine, won't say a word, he'll be catatonic with fear, unable to describe the thing that attacked them in the night.

They'll know a monster hunts the woods, and they'll know the danger that lurks.

And they'll hunt me.

What they won't know is what my prey was doing to that boy when I found them.

But I know, because I know there are monsters in the woods.


  1. What an awesome blog. No really. I wonder why you have such limited followers. You could do with SO many. Glad to have found you.

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  2. well thanks! Always glad to be told how great I am! And glad you found your way here :)