The light dims into the late winter afternoon. 4:38 pm. The bell for Vespers will ring in 12 minutes. So is this paragraph intense enough? He keeps writing and hoping that some kind of energy will be generated as more cursives and serifs get on the page as well as on his mind. Not even a quick flash of a thought—how much time do I have now — can he afford. Yet, the cloud of that question han...

Her hazel eyes pierce the skin

“Is there anything left from the man that’s within?”

Her voice calms me

The somber wandering of her melancholy mind

It eases me to put my head back on the pillow

There’s no world for tomorrow

If you can’t remember the past today

I exclaim in excitement

She pushes back

Her soft skin brushes up against mine

Goosebumps form on my arm

I can’t get past this dopamine fas...

Murders and Mittens got the most votes! BUT, before I start this series, I need a few characters. I’ve already got the main character; Ella Jackson, but I need some more! Here is how to set your character sheet up:

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The truth that I tell you is this: I got out of bed. Which took only a moment. Unless you really want to know. Want to know the weight of the metal chains that tug when I force my body from its only reprieve. A reprieve that is lost, to the abyss and to the twisted version of my life that runs through my dreams. Maybe I would tell you what it’s like to look around and realize that I’m still alive....

A man in a crisp blue suit gets out of a jeep ahead of the cargo trailer. His face is locked in a perpetual scowl and the sparse hair on his shaved head is just starting to grow back in a grey horseshoe. He walked down the line of Wolfbanes he noticed Romingo a wicked sneer split across his face “Welcome back to Nail this time you won't ever escape I'll see to that personally.” he said to Romingo ...

Crimson droplets race down the textured grey walls. She’s screaming, maniacally laughing. She’s insane, broken beyond repair. She’s a clock ticking away; counting down your darkened minutes to life.

She’s the blade in your back; pretty, bloody, and sharp. She’s angry, a raging black fire… she’d pop your teary eyes out and use them as colored dice in her game.

The sharpened stone arrow is pierce...

The body has already gone cold.

The three girls arrive before the twisted figure, his body contorted into an unnatural position. Joints broken, limbs bent, and an expression of pure terror frozen on his once-handsome face. A trail of blood trickles from his severed jaw, and more flows from a cloak once white, now stained with his last moments. An icy chill permeates the air, and the girls' breat...

Freddy wasn’t half as amused by what he saw in Ms. Carmine’s kitchen. To be blunt, he was mortified, he wanted nothing more than to return home, crawl under his sheets and discard what he’d just seen. Hundreds if not thousands of crabs crawled haphazardly around the old woman’s kitchen. Crawling over one another, snapping and snarling at each other. He could hear the click’s from their claws a...

The large, echoey room was pitch black and frigidly cold. If you stepped inside, your footsteps would echo loudly, sending shivers down your spine, and you would immediately wished you had worn your thick, warm sweater. Sometimes, a spotlight would flicker into the middle of the room, providing temporarily relief. The shining light focused on a single blood red flower, withering in your midst. And...

She slumped to the floor. Everyone was dead. It all could’ve been over if they had only listened. When she took an ax and fire to the wooden horse. When she ran the streets, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear as she sobbed her visions to the ground. Only the women were left; their fate–she knew, and she wanted to yell in the injustice of it all. Nothing was left to do but divvy up the women f...