Short Stories
Outsiders
Night had fallen, but even in the shadows I could see a mob outside the fence to the ancient house. Most of the hapless souls murmured to themselves. A few, however, gnawed and clawed at the fence, losing teeth and nails. Blood covered their desperate hands, and spittle dripped on the pickets from the continual exertion. And then there was the handful who used their bodies to bash against the immovable pickets. From what I Read more…