Friday, October 31, 2014
The Fabric Of Our Afterlife
The cloth next to the body soaked up the pooling blood, a wrinkled old cotton vampire. It seemed innocent, it's presence there seemingly happenstance and yet it drank up the dark red fluid as hungrily as any fanged horror. Cotton, the fabric of our afterlife. You'd better watch that shirt!
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