12 Ridley Avenue (286 Words, Horror)
Outside the glass became a swirling black torment as the house fell. Rain lashed off the windows, delivered by an impenetrable abyss as howling winds screamed back to hell, disapproving of this bile churning pandemonium.
Liam rested his broken body against a wall, his face covered in drying clotted blood. Tears added to the mess know as his face as the pain ripped through his leg, snapped in numerous places and bone stabbing its way to freedom at the knee, the denim of his jeans wrapped round his leg like shrink-wrap as the blood turned dry.
Joanne, a casual friend of his for sex whenever one of them was feeling lonely, horny or both lay strewn in a bloody mess across the floor at the other side of the room. Still naked form the fun earlier, blood from a ripped jugular covered her bare chest.
The house suddenly gave a huge jolt. The limp corpse of Joanne was hurled into an unforgiving wall, crimson stains reached close to the ceiling. Liam looked on, an unmatched fear in his eyes, in his mouth, in his nostrils. Crawling, the bare boards thrust splinters into his fingertips, everything he touched was hostile. The tip of the protruding bone got jammed in a gap between two of them, causing him to recoil in agony when he pulled forward as it widened his wound.
Smoke started to seep up through the boards as the windows shook in their frames. Splintering, the floor in the center of the room exploded, and upward cloud of debris dislodging plaster from the ceiling.
Blacking out, he was dragged with his limp fuck buddy into a swirling blue flame erupting from the book of all virtue.
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