Two Page Stories

Foreword

Well here’s another. Maybe this time the size won’t matter and I’d rather cover the shy lines in a nimble carnage. Atrocious as it may sound to pull and devour your every extra minute. Why? Because I can. No, because you will.

I promise the pain to be an adage to your square life. Read, listen, bleed.

You will ask me when will I stop. I answer: "When my hunger is clenched." The answer reflects your own nature - never filled, always in search of more to consume. Please cage your fear as it will come for me to provide and feed your needs. My life will diminish to a pulp with you at the center. What you take, double I must give, drained I will be relinquished of my duty to create. Thank you either way for trading your time for my purpose.