I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
I tried to sell my soul to the Devil once.
He told my my asking price was too high.
The mist rose lazily in the cool morning air. It coughed and turned towards the highway.