My piercing screams were resonating in the room. I was disoriented. Pearls of sweat were covering my skin. The slow pain and agony that I was in was like none other. I had never felt so much pain. I was broken. My torturer was ripping through me and he took his sweet time. Blood was … Continue reading Creative Writing | The ripper
young writers
I also created this blog to post my own writing and not only to write about the books I’ve read or the TV or movie adaptation of these books. I’ve been stalling, I have a few stories that I could post but I’m afraid.
Worn Out Spines 