His trophies lined the walls of the room in which we were imprisoned, grisly reminders of our only value to him, as entertainment. Their corpses were carefully preserved and posed as if frozen in life. They became daily horror from which we could not escape, and the bizarre spectacle to which we could not ever close our eyes.[ Excerpt from Bowled Over – A Fishy Tale of Terror. ]
unca jim almost 10 years ago
Your plot line will need a “hook.”
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 10 years ago
His trophies lined the walls of the room in which we were imprisoned, grisly reminders of our only value to him, as entertainment. Their corpses were carefully preserved and posed as if frozen in life. They became daily horror from which we could not escape, and the bizarre spectacle to which we could not ever close our eyes.[ Excerpt from Bowled Over – A Fishy Tale of Terror. ]
Stephen Gilberg almost 10 years ago
I’d like to see you try writing by any means.