Horror, Work In Progress
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Category : Stories
Sub Category : Horror
The church loomed in the distance. Under the light of the moon, rose a great and deep shade of red that schemed to set fire to the air itself. It was like looking at a beautiful oil painting admist a war-torn and barren desert. The flawless complexion of the artwork was being raped by blood in the atmosphere. It was a cold night. Frost laid waste to the bacteria on everything we touched. The ground crunched beneath my feet as I paced faster towards the building.
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