Dark Heart, Dark Seed - Part I
I pounded the typewriter, growling at my own incompetence as the white page mocked me from the safety of its perch. Hours upon hours I sat in my chair staring at the devilish canvas glaring back at me, taunting me as I fumbled to snatch the right words...
Dark Heart, Dark Seed - Part II
My hat slid past my ears and fell to the floor, its subtle thud breaking the pin-drop silence in the corrupted sanctuary; my breath and the ticking of the grandfather clock by the tallest bookcase were frozen in time, under some invisible spell. I...