Infinite
Ghost
Max wandered quietly through the night, dawn was soon to break yet Max had more to accomplish than the time it would take for the sun to rise. Max sauntered up the gloomy streets, almost appearing as a ghost, a whisper up the lonely roads of the early morning. But unlike a ghost, bones settled under his sun-kissed skin, creaking along with his every move.
His feet eventually turned down an alleyway and came to a thick, wood door. His already bruised knuckles knocked three times. The wait between the last knock and the opening of the door was short; just enough time to fix the new bow tie around his collar, soon to be speckled red.
A man appeared that resembled the sea during a storm.
“May I come in, sir?” the giraffe boy asked.
The man grunted obnoxiously and threw a large bullet of spit at Max’s polished, black shoe.
“Welcome to my humble quarters.” Grunt, grunt said the pig.
Max cleared his throat nervously, a demon gently creeping up his spine. But before anymore could be seen, the grizzly man with an elephants waist shut the door to the early morning night. And nothing else was to be witnessed.
His feet eventually turned down an alleyway and came to a thick, wood door. His already bruised knuckles knocked three times. The wait between the last knock and the opening of the door was short; just enough time to fix the new bow tie around his collar, soon to be speckled red.
A man appeared that resembled the sea during a storm.
“May I come in, sir?” the giraffe boy asked.
The man grunted obnoxiously and threw a large bullet of spit at Max’s polished, black shoe.
“Welcome to my humble quarters.” Grunt, grunt said the pig.
Max cleared his throat nervously, a demon gently creeping up his spine. But before anymore could be seen, the grizzly man with an elephants waist shut the door to the early morning night. And nothing else was to be witnessed.