Faceless

There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world.
-Neil Gaiman
Daily Prompt - Faceless
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Now on Amazon. Still hanging out on Wattpad. Sometimes I'm on Twitter. I like to write short stories. I can be snarky. You can find me planting hydrangeas.

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