Spottyleopar's Literatures
Who knew what would soon awaken as the light slipped away?
Mild Violence
"Let's play a game." Soruzie said with finality, letting the words ring out, echoing over and over like her past. Reminding her of what she was doing, why she was doing it. I'm ready, Soruzie thought, grinning a toothy grin. "Yes, let's play a game," in her ear with his whispery, reedy voice as the candle flickered out before them, the embers left from the burning doll fading into the blackness.
Mild Violence
In which Soruzie contemplates some things.
Old bit of writing.