Let me tell you a little secret,” the cannibal whispered.
His dank breath was hot on my neck.
“My stomach is growling.”
The black hole was sentient, and that presented quite a problem.
The vortex gobbled Neptune and Uranus without any sign of stopping.
He buried the body of his lover in a grove near the 10th hole green.
The next day, he drilled a hole in one.
But the ball was gone.
His unaltered hatred of animal cruelty knew no limits.
He had come to the farm to butcher.
Of course, livestock were excused.
The banshee emerged from beneath the ancient bridge. The wail was unmistakable.
The ghoul held one of the foundation stones.
“Where are the wife and kids?”
“At the bottom of the well.”
“I mean – at home doing swell.”