I might later release my drawings of a Choker, a Pox beast, and a Walking Corpse. Please comment if you want to see those deeply disturbing images. "We don't want any trouble," called Tom. "Just ignore us and we'll be on our way." The leader walked over to them. He was a limping man with … Continue reading The Inferno, part 8
Author: Elmar
The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 4
Midnight. The Tower of the Raven Wives on the Violent Rise, Island of Ayyergsoun, Coast of Ireland. "Hello? Brandon? Brittany? Someone? Anyone?" Peter had never been so frightened or confused in all his life. He had woken up ten minutes ago with a sprained ankle, a splitting headache, and a pale man standing over him … Continue reading The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 4
The Inferno, part 7
Alicia ran to catch up with Tom. "Where are we going?" she asked, panting. "The Fletcher's that way." "Change of plans" he replied. "As I was running after you, I saw this big pit filled with Pox beasts. I'm not going back there. You can if you want to though." "No," said Alicia, grabbing his … Continue reading The Inferno, part 7
Fifty Years till Glory
The year was set For when the king met His world again But not all saw the time, and we started to forget However much we tried to tell Of Wormwood, death, and keys to Hell No-one wanted to see the reign And we left the earth, watching the crumbling of our shell But there … Continue reading Fifty Years till Glory
The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 3
Midnight. The Jagged Wilds on The Violent Rise, Island of Ayyergsoun, Coast of Ireland. Peter shivered as he walked through the forest behind the boy, who they had recently found out was called Brandon MacGee, and looked around nervously. There was something about the forest that seemed-unnatural. He shivered again. He had wanted to bring … Continue reading The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 3
The Inferno, part 6
Ah finally, weekend. thumbs up if your favorite day is Saturday Alicia couldn't see anything, just spurts of sand and ragged cloth. Harsh gasping filled her ears, and a horrible smell-like decay, like disease-filled her nostrils. She could distantly hear Tom yelling, but his shouts swiftly became fainter as she was dragged further away. She … Continue reading The Inferno, part 6
Different and better poems that defiantly have a deeper meaning and aren’t just random inclinations.
Oh, and they're also probably better than Jane's (lie). O Peter, of Wurmple O Peter, of Wurmple, was a very funny manHe would walk on his ears with his head in a panAnd all nose-over-toes whenever he ranO Peter, of Wurmple, was a very funny man O Peter, of Wurmple, was a very loud manHe … Continue reading Different and better poems that defiantly have a deeper meaning and aren’t just random inclinations.
THE INFERNO, PART 5
sorry I didn't post for a while, a certain thing got in the way-im not looking at you, school-but here is finally part 5 of the inferno. yaaaaay! Also, since we were talking about plagiarism in school, most of the names in my stories are taken from fantasynamegenerators.com. also, I adapted the descriptions of the … Continue reading THE INFERNO, PART 5
The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 2.
Noon. Boardwalk of the town of Ayyergsoun "In the asylum?!" said Peter. He glared at the boy. "Okay, I believe you. And you're secretly a fairy in disguise." The boy shrugged. "It's true," he insisted. "They're all in the asylum. I've seen them. Once I spent the night in there." He shuddered. "Never again." "Can … Continue reading The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 2.
The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 1
Midnight, Tower of the Raven Wives, Island of Ayyergsoun, Coast of Ireland In the forest surrounding the Tower of the Raven Wives, no beast nor bird moved. They left the place alone. They had seen what happened to those who ventured near it. Likewise, those lived in the fishing village of Ayyergsoun avoided the Tower, … Continue reading The Nightmare of Hell’s Claws, part 1
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