Rose was ten the first time she had a glimpse of The Book. She knew that the chest was to come to her - it was passed on to the eldest child of the current holder - but it was only on that spring afternoon that she was able to take a look at what’s inside.
Tag: storytelling
011/365
Turns out, everyone else’s secrets are too much for me.
010/365
Each dot represents a year of life.
009/365
The colour of her blood was the least of my worries, though.
008/365
A part but apart
006/365
It's very admirable, if a bit misinformed.
005/365
And now the idiot fish died and all I’m left with are fucking spiders.
004/365
There was an odd knocking on the door.
003/365
I am Death and I am inevitable.
002/365
"What's the worst that could happen?"
