Cold Night In Hell

Posted on 08/14/2009 by LynnAlexander

The moon hung fat and gibbous as Nathan Draped Oliver’s cold, dead skin over his own pallid flesh. Shivering, he breathed in the scent of cheap aftershave, cigarettes and booze as sour memories trampled over his thoughts with bloodstained feet. Together, forever, he rasped as tears filled his bloodshot eyes.

Paul D. Brazill

This entry was posted in Blink Ink Online and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Cold Night In Hell

  1. Lee Hughes says:
    08/15/2009 at

    Holy…Well Mr. Brazill, what is there to say other than, loved it. You have a crooked imagination

  3. paul brazill says:
    08/15/2009 at

    Thanks lads!

  4. Col Bury says:
    08/16/2009 at

    I guess, true love never runs smoothly!
    Nice one, Paul.

  5. Alan Griffiths says:
    08/17/2009 at

    Dark and atmospheric Paul. Top stuff!

  6. Alan Griffiths says:
    08/17/2009 at

    Dark and atmospheric. Top stuff Paul.

  7. Charles Gramlich says:
    08/30/2009 at

    All I can say is, “yes!” nasty one.

  8. Bernardo Bolt Gregori says:
    09/07/2009 at

    Superb story, Paul.