Bleached bones, bathed in the soft, silvery moonlight. They are scattered, carelessly forgotten. Snapped. Gnawed. Broken.
The black waters lap at the shore, quietly sucking upon the silt and dead, seeking more life to devour. 976 more words
Humans are natural rubberneckers. We pass a horrific accident on the highway and rather than avoid its twisted steel and smoke, we look closely at the wreckage to discern a severed body part on the roadway. 700 more words