“He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife. He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it. And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.” LoveRomanceDeathHopeSacrificeLoversKissingLove StoryHope And DespairKiss Of Death Book:Distant Passages: More of the Best Short Stories and Poetry from Double-edged Publishing Source: Distant Passages: More of the Best Short Stories and Poetry from Double-edged Publishing
“The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats’ eyes, and a bat wing. Even I couldn’t have thought of anything more perfect.” DeathSacrificeBloodMurderDeadlyMurderersWhoresWitch S Brew Book:Winter Rose Source: Winter Rose