Whispering words that speak of futures gone past ...
Ever oozing wounds that never heal as walls bleed
that ever lucious velvet red, life's merlot of sweetness.
The shrieks, so precious are their sounds as bodies
are dismembered in some far off distant chamber.
Heads upon spikes line the hallways as trembling
torsos dangle from hooks upon chains, swinging
from the ceilings above. With each footfall, bones
crunch beneath boot, shattering like toothpicks.
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Reviews of "The Hallway"
Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2003
This horrible place you write of does exist but we must remember that it's just one small part of the whole. Life is mostly beautiful.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
Adam