Never Whistle At Night
As he shouted in anguish and determination, Fayiah’s face became covered in blood. He fought and succeeded in removing the beast from above him, but his wounds had left him very weakened. The sand took on the color of Fayiah’s blood. The beast attempted to push Fayiah back to the ground in a quick motion, but instead hit his ribs. Fayiah’s cry was cut short by the sound of bones snapping; he had already lost his voice. Continue Reading
