“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
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Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
The Thorned Rings (a dream/cosmic horror poem)
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 2: Returning
With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
A quick note from the author: This story, while one of my oldest works, has inspired me to create a larger continuum around the characters, loosely based off the events from this pilot. I have done some outlining for the overarching story and characters, and I have gotten some progress on writing the first chapter(s). … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
You Won't Need This (a short story) The air in the blue-block waxed thicker with the scent of serenity. The heaviness of it was almost suffocating. My hands busily scrawled away at a leaf of parchment, using a strange carbon-tool I’d found some time ago. There was something eating at me. Sleeping underneath the mist … Continue reading You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
