Play On
A song becomes a dirge, the dance a danse macabre, but not today; live! play! play on, merry troubadours!
The Naga's Back-Up
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Never Endeavor
His haunt is there, he'll take you where sharp shadows loom, macabre and grand. because of this, i warn you now to keep your children safe, your flock secure from harm. don't taunt his nose, for he likes those that smell of concern and alarm.
Indomitable Book 1: Warm Welcome-Twelfth of Revival
I wake up screaming, my own screams joining the chorus of the other eleven victims. My head feels like it's been punctured which only fuels my howling. The only thing that silences the wailing damned is the need to breathe. My lungs eventually give out...
Atando Cabos (Connecting the Dots)
Visiting his late mother. his name stuck in that place and her perfume was the wind blowing in the trees because that wanted her, wanted her with his presence as the sky turned gray, the clouds fall away and there was only silence, a silence he repeated macabre
The Time Thereafter Prelude 1/2
The time thereafter prelude part 1/test "the cold unkown" there in a cold, damp, macabre room sat a small steel cage with a padlocked door. within sits a small malnourished kitten, black fur matted and knotted from mistreatment.
Short Drop, Sudden Stop
But for now, all is solemn and still in this macabre room. the cameras turn on with mechanical precision, red lights blinking to life in readiness to record another life ending. watching the empty room as the lights flicker on.
Black Lust
A macabre prayer hisses from the executioner's throat, pain and suffering re-spawns and tears away the sky. -end
Black Lust
A macabre prayer hisses from the executioner's throat, pain and suffering re-spawns and tears away the sky. -end
A Look into the Past (WARNING: Abuse and Suggested Rape)
"You're dirt. Get up." As she tried, Duran could feel the heat of her blood coursing through her veins. Everything was pulsating, her heartbeat echoed within her like an earthquake throbs through the ground. Her claws bore into the dirt, she herself...
Willing Participant
In a stroke of morbid creativity, he tilts the knife, pressing the tip to slide lengthwise into the cut, pressing across the skin without slicing the surface, almost like a macabre pocket.
The sun comes up
Our silhouettes stretching across the field in a macabre sort of puppet show as we danced. we must have danced for what seemed like hours, all the while i could feel the tension slowly leave her body and the tears on my shirt beginning to dry.