VikThor

Ashes And Rain By Victor Cabanelas Noise entered his head with the relentless cadence of the pouring rain on the rooftop. Wave after wave of sound crushing his brain until he couldn’t listen to his own thoughts anymore and lost consciousness of reality. It was then when he realized of the difficulty of the situation. To act or to remain. To become an actor or an spectator. The first option was chosen. He grabbed a pair of pokers that were by the fire. Then, slowly, he started his way to the door with determination on his brow. His eyes glowing more fiercely than the fireplace. Would it rain blood this night? Could it? He approached the low...