“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...
There lives a king with a long beard and luscious hair named Blunderbuss Santanahige. However, one day he is visited by a skeletal specter. What will happen to Santanahige?
No need for a Synopsis when it's only a few hundred words. I know this site is for novels, however I make more short stories than anything else. So, I'm going to start posting all the short stories I write. Most of them deal with rather serious topics, so reader discretion advised.