#HorrorWritersChat It always comes to blood, with gods. Everyone has a price to pay. I nod, and Charles severs my hand. "Life from the Earth, life to the Earth." And then, I allow myself to scream.
Artemis Quinn 🏳️⚧️🎨📚The strange compulsion to reach out and touch one of the plants overtakes you. As your fingers touch the petals, they tingle. You freeze, watching tendrils reach out cautiously from the plant. "The roots dig deeper into my veins, foxgloves sprouting from my skin." Finish it. #HorrorWritersChat