Sick tales for the Twisted
Not ImpressedThese stories are a year old. I have edited them.
But not for content.
Tommy Gunn
Womb, :heaven:Hmm that’s nice. It’s warm in here. You twist and turn a little, as much as you’re able to in the tight confines of the space you’ve grown accustomed to. The only place you know. The warm red darkness envelops you and all that extends to within you is positive. You’ve never been so comfortable. There’s something familiar about it.Womb, :heaven:
Your shoulders press against the walls of the darkness, webbed hands sensing against the borders of the world. Your fingers trace the edges of everything and you lean back a little pressing with yo
Killing a Salesman, red editHe checks his shoulder bag, quickly verifying that everything is there. Something is always missing. It’s just him. He looks up the deserted street in one direction, then back down the other. Briskly crossing he catches his reflection in the window and highly polished surface of the non-descript sedan in front of him. “Classic” he mutters, “damn I look good.” Him in a black suit, dark shirt some poorly designed tie. Old battered briefcase replaced with the newest fashion in business attire, he hikes it up under his armpit like a tourist’Killing a Salesman, red edit
Party OnI knocked on the white-washed door, the fresh layer of paint already cracking and peeling in the blistering sun. The door bounced against its frame and opened. This had to be the place. The black plastic nine on the door was right, but I didn’t trust things like that in a city like this. I needed to get the hell out of here. So I walked in.Party On
The grey shadows of the hallway beckoned me, and I shut the door behind me, closing out the heat of the day. The air was moist and cool, welcoming aside from the reek of human feces. This place would not belong o
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La Graziella
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Teraz kamera opuszcza mieszkanie
i widać blokowisko przeraźliwie czarne
i widać czarne niebo- i na niebie czarnym
WIELKIE I BLADE PRZERAŹLIWIE SERCE.
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"But if we're really honest with ourselves, we'd have to admit that our childhood, no our culture, has been defined by anime," Fred the ninja for Oishii! magazine. its free, its about anime and its oh so delicious: [link]
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In the kingdom of madness, a sane man, or one of his alternate personalities, bays at the moon.
Senior U.E.O. for the *Dark-Arts-Asylum
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