LittleParadoxFox
In the mirror the only thing that he could recognise was the mole from birth on his right cheek, but saw nothing of himself in the person staring back at him. He hadn't faced a mirror in over ten years, being chained up and only exercised when needed to keep him alive. Ten years of lost time...and this was a horror story. This was not the man he knew staring back.
The bread wouldn't rise and my eyebrow began to twitch a tempo the great guitarists and pianists would be impressed with. I grabbed my rolling pin, and the bread, while still rebelling in the oven, was now my target of vengeance. I swung with Thor's might and beat the bread into oblivion with a rippling battle cry!
His past was grim and stained red with the images of his mother's lifeless body laying in her bed, body slashed to ribbons, and those cold amethyst eyes staring skyward with a look of shear pain and maybe regret etched into her face. He expected fear, but he'd known his mother better than that; there was no fear in her eyes that had beheld Death.