The Inferno, part 9
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
The Zwillings Pt. 1
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
The Westfield Estate 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
One Life
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
Books
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
The Inferno, part 8
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
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
Crossing the Rubicon
I was standing at the edge of the Rubicon. All of us were. The horses were moving restlessly, stamping their hooves and snorting, their breath forming clouds in the air. Even they seemed to know something important was about to happen. An icy January wind rippled the waters of the small stream and I shivered. … Continue reading Crossing the Rubicon
Poetry by Emma
Meaning for Daddy Broken hearted Betrayed Love died with time Slow healing Scars never leave When the world hurts you Heal it Lame lead the blind They've taken your innocence Give them everything you have left I was wounded They lived off the life still in me I died, for them I kept the weak … Continue reading Poetry by Emma
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