Single Sentence Stories 001

From The Gruesome Inevitabilities Collection, a dying work in progress.

Ghost Train

Hell-bound; stripped, scorched, and shackled flesh to blistering flesh with the only ruckus besides our rattled respiration is the rumbling rails beneath our feet.

All rights, wrongs, and indifferences reserved to the death


Image courtesy of ArtTower via Pixabay.com

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