Gary Taaffe's Blog, page 3

Despair slowing her down with acceleration her only defence.

A spew-stained nightie in bare feet with long dirty toenails.

She needed real pain ...

He smiled wickedly through rotten teeth and tightened his grip

His face twisted in anguish.

Billy squeezed Amber's hand, an apology before she died.

Fear reflecting in the ocean of her eyes like volcanoes erupting in a sea of doom.

... like the dreadlocks of a startled hippie.

"Can I have that dog's head?"

They sucked the wad of brain off their fingers.