I'm thinking that this may be one of the last inferno episodes. I'm setting an estimate number of inferno episodes at 15, then I'll finish my other story, then start a project I've wanted to do for a while. also, sorry that I didn't put the picture of the Pox Beast in. I wasn't pleased … Continue reading The Inferno, part 9

This story is a remake of my earlier story, The Eve Project, which (with the help of a friend) I realized made some readers uncomfortable. This story will have some of the same characters and a similar story. This part is thankfully dedicated to the firstborn Ingalls. The pittering and pattering of the harsh winter … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 1

Survival is a gift many people don't realize that they have had since birth. Then again, survival is hard to see. Most people only know that they have it until they are close to losing it. Or already have. My name is Eve Mansbrough. I am twelve years old and I have a story to … Continue reading The Westfield Estate Pt. 1

It was just another day. Another day of surviving. Another day of bad news, news of loved ones lost. Just like all the days before it so far. Another day of killing so that I could live. I'm not going to go into the details. I was in a war and I killed people. That's … Continue reading One Life

This poem would be like a chant that you would say fast. A tongue twister Books, nooks, looks, crooks, Up and up like hickory rooks Crooks, looks, nooks, books, Up and up like hickory rooks. Hickory-pickery, ricker-o-blickly Up and up like hickory rooks

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

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

One day in the land of Chicago land where the mystical creatures grow, there was a elvish family. “Bang!!” the sound came from upstairs. “honey go get ElvenHower I think he found the shot gun again!” Elvenher yelled. “but I want to explode the house!” ElvenHower wailed. “No son you’ve already exploded way to many … Continue reading One-terrible-week

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