Homicide Honeymoon
A Story by Mother_Yolk
 What happened? This wasn't on the brochure! 
I noticed a man not too far from my car, convulsing and writhing in a heap of his own body fluids. His mouth gaped open and a hoarse cry escaped what was left of his lips. Looking up, the city was filled with dead corpses and bloodstained severed limbs. This wasn't the honeymoon I planned.
© 2014 Mother_Yolk
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Mother_YolkSomewhere in South America.
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"Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a realit.. more..
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