I write African horror stories! Check 'em out if that's your thing.
Bonus, here's a blurb from the latest story:
"Tonight will be a show of strength, wit and valor, a bloody viscous battle, a fight for survival. Tonight, we shall be hunting you." The chief poked at the ribs of one of the young ones as the light in their eyes faded. One immediately started crying.
The boy was confused. Surely the chief was making a jest. Surely there was a mistake. There was no way he was going to be hunting down the friends he grew up with.
