Baptism By Fire
He had accepted his fate. Crimson leaked from artificial holes littering a broken body. The monster, lifting him up into the sky, basked his remains…
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Dashed Expectations: A Dissection of the Fleshtaurant.
I know this opinion is unpopular, so I’ll go ahead and rip the metaphorical bandaid off while it’s fresh. I did not enjoy my time…
Personal Hell (P.2)
There are perhaps some details about this personal hell of mine that I feel are important to know. The townspeople seem to not know about…
Close Call
I awoke, strapped to a chair. How could i have been so blind, so stupid? The man I once loved stands over me, eyes glowing…
Personal Hell
My house is secluded, surrounded by miles of family-owned woods. The cabin is a nice, humble two story estate with a porch. The property is…
Starry Night
It had been weeks since last communication with command. The transmissions had all followed the same routine. reports of widespread depressive or manic episodes across…
Taxes
Awoken in the middle of the night by sounds of scratching at the door. Unable to sleep, he rises from the bed, meandering to the…