The Unnamed Man's previous request was not granted
So he continues to wait
His rage is building
He can not control his fate
His existence is controlled by another's pen
Another's brain
He looks out on the field he was settled in
He spies two men
Now the urge to murder has overtaken him
He sprints towards them
Like a doll being manipulated by a child
He wraps his hands around one man's throat
The Unnamed Man releases him when he knows he is dead
The other man looks on helplessly
The Unnamed Man repeats the action
Now he stands with two dead bodies at his feet
How and when will it end?
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Author:
Carter M. Flynn (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2024 13:07
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
Murder always makes me cringe and leaves a dark feeling. A feeling of horror
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