The Secret of Youth

Horror

She clinched the still beating heart above the cup, pouring the blood until its very last drop.
“It feels so good to be young!” She smirked.
© P. Bunnykins

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Things I do when I don’t write

Magical Aesthetic, Short Stories

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There was once a time when I would write many beautiful things about life just by staring at the evening sky, the moon, and the dancing stars. With every word, every sentence, I can feel the moon’s energy flowing through me, inspiring me to write. Yes, the moon is my muse.