Your Creative Writing Stories 2019-20

I saw your eyes frozen in the looking-glass, in the staring-glass, really, for so long were they open that the glass dried and cracked before the shut in the dust. For centuries, this ice has chilled the blade of my knife and cast frozen ruin against my enemies. And to think that you hoped to destroy me! Your hatred, if I may call such a deadly attack hatred from one so bound to utter goodness as y...