Bruce Arnold II

I write. It's all I have and all that matters to me. I'm not sure what this makes me but I hope that others can find the same peace I do within the words I string together. 

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The Rose Bush Girl
2 days ago
She sat in the chair, her head down and the rest of her body limp. Blood stained rose vines littered the floor around her. The smell of death and plant life hung heavy in the air. The girl’s hair was ...
Cage
3 months ago
I sat in front of the cage in a leather recliner staring through the bars as the girl began to open her eyes. She let out a soft groan and lifted her head to look around. Her eyelids were still droopi...
She Who Comes
6 months ago
She who comes in the dead of night In the dark is a fearful sight she who walks without a care As silent as the midnight air She’ll let you know when she has come For fear will make you want to run Bu...
Beautiful Darlings
6 months ago
Malcolm Chisel: psychopathic “baby” killer is a man who's lost touch with reality. As a weekly hobby he kidnaps little girls, tortures them and then brutally chops them into pieces. To him they are hi...
The Children
6 months ago
They sounded like they were coming from a tunnel. Their voices echoed throughout my skull, bouncing off the edges of every bone. My heart raced as I looked around for where they were coming from. Over...
Heart Stealer
6 months ago
“Don’t worry this won’t hurt a bit,” I said softly, “You’ll feel a slight pinch and then it’ll be like a river running through your chest...Maybe.” The woman struggled and fought against the binds tha...