Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

The hallway reeks of sweat and tormented tears.
Some so silent...
Some so blaring.
And while the moans echo through every doorway, the walls hold many unspeakable stories.

Although this helpless living got me spun,
I ravel at the play of sick fun.

Unveiled for all to please.
Titter.Titter.
Let me give myself to you.
I will be the submitter.

Shut in by the cheered atmosphere,
Let me not push this lot,for I cannot bare the disregarded blot.

I am too nice and too wise for this kind of stuff, I know they never call a bluff.
No way not sick,no way not enforced.

Always a winner, with every spinner.
Seeking me through this frailty.
I have to fold and give in to this check mate.