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Category: Writing and Poetry
My specter will haunt every room and every hall when this body returns home. I have been but a wandering spirit, in this realm and the next. This spectre haunts these rooms and these halls, this house and these walls. I fall out of body and mind as I have many times before. The angel who presided o'er my dreams takes my place. A grim lacrimosa plays when I awake, but alas a warm hand guides me thr... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
It's the dead of night. The wind howls like a pack of wolves outside. A wild hunt of a storm. There's a knock on your front door. You take a deep breath and sigh, getting up from your couch. You carefully, hesitantly, open the door and see a young looking man in a black suit, his pale skin and dark hair contrast the snow behind him. You notice one of his eyes seems blind, and something about his f... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
CW: yeah.. this is a vent piece more than anything, if you know about my writing, you know what to expect. ripping out its eye from the socket, nothing but a void as light pours out of it akin to blood. its heart pounds, like a drum, its breathing gets shaky as it tries to scream but no sound escapes. only cruel silence. the head pounds. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
CW: Occultisms and body horror, among others, Latin especially. In a dark, cramp, candlelit room, a young girl draws a pentagram onto the floor. The old house creaks and moans, like a living, breathing organism... but it always did that; but that doesn't make her feel any less scared of the house, nor of this situation she found herself in. She's always hated this house, and can't wait to » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
A young woman walks down the street, out of the corner of her eye she sees something in an alle » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
A youthful voice calls out to a young man, a pilot, who is spacing out in the corner of a bar. The kind of bar hidden out of sight from the masses, everyone knows everyone. A place the hounds of the world reside. —————————————————————— “Hey! Lee!”, Sam raises her voice to snap me out of the daze I was in. « Huh...? Oh, sorry. Hey Sam. » Sam looks at me in the same worried expression as always, eve... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am one with Mother Nature as she is with me. Walking through the forest for the first time in ages.. The cold nightly air brushes against this cheek, like the comforting hand of a mother. Rest » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The crackling of a campfire breaks the silence; the quiet wood in the witching hour of the night. The smell of the burning coal and wood fill the once fresh air. The glow of the flame radiate off the trees and the clearing... Only challenged by the glow of the moon overhead. Alone sits a loathsome only and ill-begotten Jack. The sole name it has ever known. A tit... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
“I’ve given this coldness many names, thinking if it had a name it would have a solution; thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs. I carried the coldness like a diamond for years, holding it close near as blood until one day I woke and it was fully inside me, both of us ruined and unrecognizable, two coins on a train track the train crushed into one.” » Continue Reading
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