Everything and everyone needs to die at some point and he was way past his expiration date. He was the curdled milk leftover in the fridge that needed to be thrown away. Problem was, there was no one to throw him away. There was just him and time and a pad of paper and a pen. So Tom sat down in his chair and picked up his pen one last time. He began to write about the wolves. The wolves that would come tonight. They would come in vast numbers to kill him. Hungry and vicious, they would come to pick him apart. He wrote it out knowing how this would end. It was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. A small smile made its way onto his face as he wrote, just as it did when he was a small boy and first discovered his unique ability. Tom closed his eyes for a couple seconds, and then opened
Everything and everyone needs to die at some point and he was way past his expiration date. He was the curdled milk leftover in the fridge that needed to be thrown away. Problem was, there was no one to throw him away. There was just him and time and a pad of paper and a pen. So Tom sat down in his chair and picked up his pen one last time. He began to write about the wolves. The wolves that would come tonight. They would come in vast numbers to kill him. Hungry and vicious, they would come to pick him apart. He wrote it out knowing how this would end. It was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. A small smile made its way onto his face as he wrote, just as it did when he was a small boy and first discovered his unique ability. Tom closed his eyes for a couple seconds, and then opened