Posted 06-04-2009 at 10:13 PM byGoth Writer (Welcome to Goth Writer's Blog.)
Updated 06-12-2009 at 06:30 PM byGoth Writer(It's a work in progress...)
THE HUNTER’S MOON
Scratch sat at his massive throne within the Nether Realm. The countless souls in agony writhed in arcane spirals around his mountainous legs. The hulking entity reached into the pit dug around his lair. He clutched a handful of his minions and laughed as he watched them squirm in subservience. The immortal closed his fist and gobbled their energy in a single swallow.
A knell rang out across the near black horizon. It caught the...
Posted 06-04-2009 at 10:26 PM byGoth Writer (Welcome to Goth Writer's Blog.)
Updated 06-12-2009 at 03:22 PM byGoth Writer(It's a work in progres...)
THE MAGIC CEILING
The alarm came early in Officer Stan Norris’ shift.
“Code 3 alert. Car 31, proceed to the designated location.”
Code 3 meant someone was intoxicated in public. Stan knew that this could be dangerous because of the arcane abilities of many citizens.
“I read you, headquarters. I’m on my way.”
The engine of Stan’s patrol car growled as he pressed the accelerator to the floor.
See? this even has torn clothing. i would so wear those arm thingies (i wonder if i can make them?)
i made a skirt like this
of course, a little longer because i am embarrassed of my legs... and it faded so the...
What caused these gory repulsive images in my mind? If only I could trap them on paper or expel them some other way. Demonic forms flood my mental view; making it very difficult to function (normally). I can almost smell the blood and taste the carnage. I feel myself going mad! The flesh of my mind is being ripped and torn from its place. My sanity has been *****! It has been oh, so violently taken from me. My mental stability is hardly existent. It is so hard to fight the temptation to rip my own...