Inky Blots (Part 2)





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'In the darkness I fall, in the darkness I stay.' - C.C. Morgen. What happens when your imagination turns twisted? Warped, even?

Inky Blots (Part 2)

As I was saying, the real magic happened when the nib of said pen was placed to willing parchment.

As I was saying, the real magic happened when the nib of said pen was placed to willing parchment. One drop,

As I was saying, the real magic happened when the nib of said pen was placed to willing parchment. One drop, two.

Like thin rivulets, dark liquid would seep out, itching to dissolve.

Like thin rivulets, dark liquid would seep out, itching to dissolve. She'd spin stories wide and far, no boundaries visible. Far from prying eyes, Sera could reveal her true self.

Like thin rivulets, dark liquid would seep out, itching to dissolve. She'd spin stories wide and far, no boundaries visible. Far from prying eyes, Sera could reveal her true self. All would come spilling out.

A literary river of blood.

A literary river of blood. Sera's imagination would explode!

A literary river of blood. Sera's imagination would explode! All led by similar images- savage gore.

Vehement visions of violence;

Vehement visions of violence; charred flesh, scored and marked;

Vehement visions of violence; charred flesh, scored and marked; ichor dripping from wounds like runny egg yolk;

Vehement visions of violence; charred flesh, scored and marked; ichor dripping from wounds like runny egg yolk; sharp bone splinters like shattered glass.

Vehement visions of violence; charred flesh, scored and marked; ichor dripping from wounds like runny egg yolk; sharp bone splinters like shattered glass. Writhing corpses, withering from their own putrid acids.

All would be written in neat cursive,

All would be written in neat cursive, i's dotted

All would be written in neat cursive, i's dotted and t's crossed.

This was the curse that Sera possessed: an imagination so vivid, yet socially unacceptable.

This was the curse that Sera possessed: an imagination so vivid, yet socially unacceptable. Fearing for her safety, Sera cowered away from human contact.

This was the curse that Sera possessed: an imagination so vivid, yet socially unacceptable. Fearing for her safety, Sera cowered away from human contact. Until that fateful day,

This was the curse that Sera possessed: an imagination so vivid, yet socially unacceptable. Fearing for her safety, Sera cowered away from human contact. Until that fateful day, albeit a sunny one.

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