All the Fiends of Hell

by Adam L.G. Nevill

he mixed a sachet of blackcurrant cold and flu medicine into water and quaffed it.

i get it you’re british

His personality was the same. There was nothing he could do about that.

Barbara’s absorption and inability to listen made Karl’s chest feel tight.

The most rational thing to do now was to kill himself as painlessly as possible.

limbs extended and slapped at the walls like a headmaster’s cane of old.

see what i mean when i say i don’t like the writing style