ShaiRage Writing

a story about a girl who lost her father, the friend that helped her through it, and the accident that changed her life.

As the noises grew louder, I knew with everything in me, I was going to die. The screams of other victims came into clear, but my immensely gri..

Her Head was floppy, His usual way of meditational murder. Her shoes were small, Holding what was left of her delicate feet His usual way of m..