thisemptyisemptymyemptyworld
You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing, It’s a metaphor

The Metaphore

Thursday 3 January 2013

The Enchanted Hill

One dark night on the outskirts of the city, some children were singing and playing around the campfire, when suddenly they heard some screams, so the two older of the group went to saw what happened. After two hours the children didn't return .Suddenly they heard again cries for help, no one went, but the smallest of the group started to climb up the hill, but a river of blood suddenly started falling down the hill. A giant shadow appeared towards them, they tried to run and go away, but the children never returned to their homes...

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