Shadow Monster – Short Story (Horror)
The shadow monster lives in your house. The shadow monster lives in your room. The shadow monster lives in your bed. The shadow monster lives in your head
Gloria chanted the stupid poem, trying to freak out her brother. Jacob rolled his eyes pretending not to be scared. The living room was dark, covered in shadows but he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary Read More
Armillary – Digital Art
Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 2
“Lick, lick, lick, I wished I could have engulfed the mighty appendage. Did I paint an adequate mental image, my dear?” The short man had indeed painted a very nasty picture. One with his body. Another picture with his words. Locus had introduced her miniature friend as Fink, a tattooed and burly human engineer with a lower member that could only be described as cap like, relating to the algaric plant genome, with gills under the head. His other appendages were an amalgamation of steel gears and flesh, his arm being partly exposed. What a strange choice to be part primitive machine and part imp, thought Angel Read More
Super Psycho – Short Story (Superhero)
Saturday: I leaped off a building. Scary. Not as much fun as I thought. The cape was a nice touch. Soaring through the streets I found the street filthy with trash and hordes of trash people. Do they really deserve to be saved? They certainly don’t deserve to know my true identity. I know what they’ll say, that the mask is a deception, that I’m hiding behind it. But I’m not a liar. Being a hero out ways any wrongdoing that might be perceived by the liars. At 315PM I found the bomb implanted on the bridge into the city. Disarmed it. Saw a school bus and the kids cheered me. Another day. Another duty fulfilled. Still didn’t make the news.
This city’s falling apart and no one is doing anything about it. Crime on the streets. It needs to be cleansed Read More
Portrait of the Self – Digital Art
Bad Pillow – Short Story (Horror)
“I will taste your blood, your insides, and your feeble, carnal meat. Delicate things are the easiest to break. Will you bleed yourself to me? It’s on the counter. Grab it! Grab the razor!” The words were like death, menacing and cold. A voice so bass it burned his left ear to listen. It always came so late at night, the voice inside the pillow.
“I’m so tired of waiting and watching. Grab it! Slice yourself open and let me feed upon your mortal essence Read More
Cry Arcana – Digital Art
World Shield – Digital Art
Black and White Artifact – Short Story
The dirt was dry around his pale, white fingers, the tree root was hard but he could sense something round and smooth deeper in. The air had been calm for these last peaceful moments. A peace that would be short-lived once the Azarians and Kaucuns continued their battle beyond the forest. Everything had felt like it was falling apart but this one object that he pulled from the dirt might push everything back together again. It could fix everything Read More
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