Snakes of Sorrow
It seems as real as a non-venomous snake, not right and inhuman. Though it strikes with full poison, an acute knife on your skin. In to your homes, out in the forest it watches in dreams. And you’ll never know, until the time comes to an end. And it will, believe me. It always does.
PREVIEW:
“You summoned me,” a voice spoke. Heriot jumped and snapped her head toward the noise. In the corner was the man in the jar from the other night. His skin did not have a glow but still naturally shined with his inhuman albino skin and colorless lips. His pale blue eyes shined with a sickening knowledge and his white-blond hair pushed beautifully simply on part of his forehead in an adorable cow lick yet on such a dangerous and feline face. Heriot remained silent.
PREVIEW:
“You summoned me,” a voice spoke. Heriot jumped and snapped her head toward the noise. In the corner was the man in the jar from the other night. His skin did not have a glow but still naturally shined with his inhuman albino skin and colorless lips. His pale blue eyes shined with a sickening knowledge and his white-blond hair pushed beautifully simply on part of his forehead in an adorable cow lick yet on such a dangerous and feline face. Heriot remained silent.