So, this is why I'm here. This Life... refuses to die
A weight in her hand made her raise it and she stared at the kitchen knife clenched tightly in her fist. She turned it over catching the glint of the moonlight and giving ruby glow to the stains on the blade...
“Besides, no matter what, I’m simply satisfied you’re here. This makes us friends now.”
"They're all victims, John." "Not fuckin' likely!" The Sheriff questions a severely traumatized child with the questionable Dr. Chandler.
In the yawning void known as the Ginnungagap – The Empty Darkness – resides the Supreme Eternity known as Ædsta Eilífdina. It is the source and sum of all things that begin and end. The Fountain from which all élan flows through the Threads of the Cosmos. It is music, dance, and the song that … Continue reading Ædsta Eilífdina and the Hringurinn
"I wonder why you do that?" "What?" "Sabotage."
There was no such thing as an honest smile on an adult.
The Playground, despite its name, was a very prestigious and renowned nightclub and lounge. A place where the heirs and privileged children between twenty and thirty would come to unwind and act the fools their lawful parents knew they were. Alcohol overflowed the bars no matter the age, after all who would tell when it … Continue reading The Playground – Chapter 1
Something grew in Ayida as this thing bore down on her. something that cut through the emptiness and numb. Relief? No... death. It reached for her.
“Get them used to seeing her face.” Get them “adjusted” to seeing me and living next to me… It’s messed up, isn’t it? Why doesn’t anybody ask me if I wanna live next to them?