A taste of Horror · 1:32pm Jun 11th, 2019
My attempt at writing Horror, unfinished.
The road lay there before me, lit only by the dim glow of my headlights as they blindly struck out against the overwhelming darkness, trying desperately to keep ground. The road was twisting and winding like a rope, frayed and torn, potholes appearing like gaping wounds in a great majestic creature, now felled, causing my lit sanctuary to jump and sink on encounter. Leafless trees arch over the road, like ancient skeletons, groping at life trying to return, thin branches stretching across like sinew trying desperately to repair itself.
They were here again, as who else could it be, following behind me like a wolf, waiting, eager, for the moment to strike. The road came to a fork, in the centre of the serpents tongue stood a sign, wilted like a flower, the entries long blacked out, as like a blind man leading others to a fate they themselves do not know. I painfully turn the wheel left, it straining agonised against me as I did so, as like it simply wished itself to surrender.
--RealDigital dynamit, a.k.a Henry.M.Attfield-Downes
This has no relevance to Wounded, I thought I would do a sample of writing.
