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"Ma'am, I didn't order anything," The man said having been stirred from his thoughts by the sound of a full mug placed next to him. His unkept hair shrouded his face in a veil of unwashed blond locks. The waitress looked back at him with a faint smile."You look like you need a drink," She said."I can't pay-""It's on the house," She said before disappearing in the swarm of drunken customers stumbling through the pub. He was left staring at crowd of jeering and swearing idiots bumping into each other. The pen slipped fr...
TW: This is meant to be Lovecraftian Horror. It describes a very unwell state of mind along with the vague elution to drug use/misuse and is written to be disturbing. November 1st If I am honest, there is no starting point that truly began the madness I have seen. Every fiber of my being denies the terrible need to record the events that have taken place, and yet my sanity begs for a fragment of reality to confirm the horror that will forever haunt my memory and mind. No one should know, ...
"The winds of winter guard my home, swirling and surrounding me in a shield of nature itself. No beasts hunt in the rifts of the mountains, save for the Jötnar. Thus, with the tales of giants, no man dare venture here. My home between stone is the only haven on the edge of Midgard; defended by the chaos of nature and the fear of myth. No man could find me here." The Norseman sighed. "I did not prepare for guests, young V...
The lies stopped the day I set foot on the red sands of Revina. Words spelled in blood said it all. Return Nevermore! was smeared on a charred bit of cloth; It was tied to the hilt of a shattered blade firmly smothered in the ground. Soldiers brushed past me as I stood stunned by the ill omen. I shook my head as if to clear it of the tangible fear that crept from my heart. Hardly a moment later, the smell of smoke pierced through the air. Through the clatter of steel and footsteps, some fool dared to yell the forsaken truth of ou...
Trigger Warning: Contemplation of Suicide. (And also swearing) The night air chilled my skin. The downpour forced the trench coat to wrap around me like the cold hands of death grasping at my soul. Gusts of wind spat rain at my face in periodic breaths. The wind’s exhales dared to snatch my fedora off my head. I checked my holster one more time and twisted relief washed over me as I found the pis...
The city lights glimmered like stars against the twilight horizon; like specks of beauty in a world of hopeless shadows. Heaven's tears dripped past the cracks of the window, splattering raindrops onto the blood stained pavement below. I crept back from the elegance and calm of the glass framed night in a shudder. If I let myself admire the view any longer I might have become an optimist. There's no need for that here, I muttered before shifting my attention to the garbage bin of an apartment I called home.Fluorescent light flicker...
Storm clouds billowed from the twilight horizon, blotting out stars in their march across the sky. Brief crackles of lighting lit the night as rain sent ripples among the heaving waters of the Starlit Sea. Waves spilled in deep blues across jagged black stones; the water coated a crimson stained figure splayed upon the shore. His limbs were twisted in unnatural and painful ways among scattered bits of timber. Wounds and ...
There are many ways to kill a human, the fun is finding what best suits them. Yet after a thousand years of killing, it hadn’t occurred to me that I could choose the wrong victim. Yet in this land of Un there is a man by the name of Journey. To some he is the traveler, the ever wandering hero. To others he is the twice cursed one, the half-breed of war and peace. To his enemies, to me, he is judgement and the herald of d...
My life is simply a long list of goodbyes, but I never expected you to be on the list. This was the thought I had as I passed by the woman I had loved. It had been almost a year since we had last spoke. I had forgotten her, but something had nagged at the back of my mind like a divine warning. It was there and yet I had almost convinced myself that I’d never see her again. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It all s...
White flecks fluttered to earth from puffy clouds. It was snowing... I had hoped for rain. Why couldn’t the sky be a foggy grey like my mood? I needed the rhythmic drops of a thunderstorm on a day like this. Maybe even with occasional rumbles of distant thunder adding to the natural Lo-fi of the rain. Yet the snow fell as if it was trapped in time; Soundless and slow, simply drifting past my view. I looked out over the ...
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