Blueeyedboogieman

My Stories

  • The young man is running. It is so dark, he can barely see in front of his face. He hasn't any clue as to where he is. He hears the running footsteps behind him still. He has been trying unsuccessfully to outrun whatever has
    500 words, November 4. In Fiction, Horror

My Poetry

1 - 3 of 14   Show all at allpoetry

My journal entries

Guest Book

Subject: