Nov 16, 2012

An Ogre Explains Fate to His Dinner

Whatever he gave me drains my will. That lopsided grin! I can't look away. He replaced his teeth with hundreds of hypodermic needles. They glisten. What now? Does he want to -- oh, please don't come any closer.

He shows me a journal. My eyes gravitate to a winged deer.


A horror prompt could do with a soundtrack, don't you think?

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