The corpse of Catherine Linton dug into her plate of brains, gasping and moaning until the teeth she had left cracked. My lips slipped a question, “Do you still long for Heathcliff?” I smacked her in the jaw and saw it stumble to the floor and hit with a clack. All she had to say was an “UUNGNNNGG.”


5 comments so far

  1. Linda Jacobs on

    Some disturbing images here! Well done!

  2. gautami tripathy on

    I like dark! Always have!

    feasting in that crescent-shaped cove

  3. Michelle Johnson on

    nice… interesting images swirling.

  4. Americanising Desi on

    did i feel too dark or was it intended!!!

    Pop Comes the Baby

  5. Linda may on

    He he he. Funny.

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