Shortstory

A Darker Lullaby

A Darker Lullaby

The place we went as we balanced the line between life and death was not a place easily escaped. To do so, one would have to navigate a maze unlike any other. Entering it on the other hand, was easy. Pass through a single door; follow the call for violence. And we had followed, obediently. We’d followed until it took us to a part of our minds that burned with hot hate. Where the inside walls of our heads were scorched with the will to do one thing alone; destroy those that threatened our home. And so we had.