|Another one for the Skeleton Closet.|
Every once in awhile a spark strikes tinder and a tiny flame emerges. It grows in the dry grass of the imagination, consuming everything and the burst of creative energy spurs action. It was like that the other day for me and I'm ashamed to say that I put almost all other projects aside to write out twenty something pages of... well... another A&E story.
What the hell is wrong with me? As before, I've taken this tale, of demeaned morals and horrific nature, and shoved it in the same damn place I've put all the other ones. And it is there, hopefully gathering dust, where no one will ever read it.
Except... everyone knows where Breanne and I keep our skeletons. Don't click on that link unless the really dark, evil, scary, and gross stuff like gynophagia and snuff and torture arent things that keeps you awake at night.