CosmoWriter

I need to get this off my chest. I don't know how long I have before I'm caught and silenced. I was cursed to endure another man's life. I despised what I saw- and continue to see. It's disturbing at best, and the government continues to cover it up. I can't afford for this to go unheard. I can't let my story be waved aside as the ramblings of a mad man. I swear to God that everything I write here is the truth... or at least what I remember to be true. Now, where do I even begin?💠2020 Open Novella Contestant: Rough Draft💠Prompt 56…

CosmoWriter

My grandmother once told me the legend of Toothblade Hill. One night, on the first day of fall every year, the souls of two fierce warriors and their tribes would meet on the hill. The heavens had cursed the tribes for their deadly and vicious feud, transforming them all into monsters. Every year for eternity, they would gather on the hill for war.I didn't believe the story until I heard the howls.(Story inspired by the song "Wolves" by Sam Tinnesz, written for #JustWriteBits)…