A poem about a manipulative serial killer talking to his newest charge.
Inspired by "Strangers From Hell."
"Ugh, I never have service anywhere in this city." Caleb uttered in a frustrated tone as he flicked the top corner of his phone. It was getting late and he needed to call an Uber home but, at the mome...
Now she knows she's not alone, but who is it?
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
He wept gray tears in his anguish. All the crossings he traversed across have dissipated into nothing. His psyche is a vessel of brittleness. Throughout his tear-filled eyes, the crow's feather swirls...
It was the year 2102, Liz was finally graduating alongside Frankie, her best friend. All seem to be normal, until disturbances are being detected worldwide and people start disappearing without a trac...
"We don't blame ourselves for being here, would you say so? After all, you created us so that we could exist." A frail, thin, skeleton-like red cottontail rabbit placed the letter on his writing desk ...
He's fading - the hare is descending into the chilling depths of the ocean. His eyes are crying - his tears are pale gold - the emptiness is creeping in.
His snowshoe paws are encased in chains as he hops on his hind legs. On his forehead was placed a wreath of thorns, crimson and blasphemous it was.
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
The ongoing stream of thinning liquid traversed through the road, branching out into tinier streams as it encountered more crevices in the asphalt. I stabbed the end of a shovel in one of the cracks, ...
spencer has suddenly no clipped into the backrooms, and there is something in there with him.
The next morning Caleb awoke feeling like absolute death. His skin was painful at the touch and his headache was pounding in his ears. Cursing himself for staying out so late on a weeknight he checked...
As she walks through the rigid forest she feels the presence of her kin, she looks around feeling the force grow more nearer. In sight she sees a young familiar person in the distance. She calls out t...
They ride North up the river Knoelle in ships vast and eldrich, drawn and composed of what little trees weren't totally lost to the Blight.
In the sea of loneliness, while standing amidst a storm-tossed shoreline, I grasp within my paw, dead roots of a tree that does not belong to me - for it belonged to my heaviest burdens called sin.
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain
A poem about a manipulative serial killer talking to his newest charge.
Inspired by "Strangers From Hell."
"Ugh, I never have service anywhere in this city." Caleb uttered in a frustrated tone as he flicked the top corner of his phone. It was getting late and he needed to call an Uber home but, at the mome...
Now she knows she's not alone, but who is it?
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
He wept gray tears in his anguish. All the crossings he traversed across have dissipated into nothing. His psyche is a vessel of brittleness. Throughout his tear-filled eyes, the crow's feather swirls...
It was the year 2102, Liz was finally graduating alongside Frankie, her best friend. All seem to be normal, until disturbances are being detected worldwide and people start disappearing without a trac...
"We don't blame ourselves for being here, would you say so? After all, you created us so that we could exist." A frail, thin, skeleton-like red cottontail rabbit placed the letter on his writing desk ...
He's fading - the hare is descending into the chilling depths of the ocean. His eyes are crying - his tears are pale gold - the emptiness is creeping in.
His snowshoe paws are encased in chains as he hops on his hind legs. On his forehead was placed a wreath of thorns, crimson and blasphemous it was.
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
The ongoing stream of thinning liquid traversed through the road, branching out into tinier streams as it encountered more crevices in the asphalt. I stabbed the end of a shovel in one of the cracks, ...
spencer has suddenly no clipped into the backrooms, and there is something in there with him.
The next morning Caleb awoke feeling like absolute death. His skin was painful at the touch and his headache was pounding in his ears. Cursing himself for staying out so late on a weeknight he checked...
As she walks through the rigid forest she feels the presence of her kin, she looks around feeling the force grow more nearer. In sight she sees a young familiar person in the distance. She calls out t...
They ride North up the river Knoelle in ships vast and eldrich, drawn and composed of what little trees weren't totally lost to the Blight.
In the sea of loneliness, while standing amidst a storm-tossed shoreline, I grasp within my paw, dead roots of a tree that does not belong to me - for it belonged to my heaviest burdens called sin.
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain