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The house was cursed with the clamor of an unceasing silence. Dark, dreary shades hung in the windows, and the thin reflections of the leafless trees danced with the wind. The branches creaked and a light mist clung to the bleak surroundings. Soundlessly, the passersby watched the lamps slowly extinguish as the fixtures burned through their meager ration of oil.

In the house was a man. Dressed in dark garb and prepared for a sleepless night, the man watched as the flame struggled against the thick, oppressive air. The smoke from the fire draped itself over him like a misty cloak, permeating... Read More

Qual o pai que um dia não pensou desta maneira? "Ah! Seria tão bom se existisse um manual completo que ensinasse e orientasse como ser pai em todas as etapas de vida dos filhos! Mas não é bem esta a realidade e, por mais que existam conselhos bem intencionados das pessoas próximas, livros, artigos e uma infinidade de recursos onde buscar ajuda, a grande verdade é que, na hora "H" de exercer a paternidade, muitos pais ficam paralisados e sem saber como agir. Nesta hora de fundamental importância, a posição de pai deixa um espaço vazio, no qual qualquer um pode entrar. Todos sabem que cabe... Read More

The four horsemen have arisen, they wait to be called forth now.

You know them, these riders of the Apocalypse.

They wait for the chosen hour, to bring destruction to all mankind.

They wait within their darkened tombs, among the shattered bones

of the men who fought against them, they are coming soon, you know them.

Plague, sits upon his white horse, waiting, he will be the first.

Famine upon his red horse shall be the second rider to come forth.

War will come next riding the black one.

And finally will come the rider of the pale horse,... Read More

Chapter 1

In My Opinion, I’m going Crazy

I once started writing down everything I could think of. I figured it be pretty interesting to write randomly as things came to mind, then go back and read through it. I can remember writing down everything from how I thought door stops were a ridiculous invention--I mean come on, someone made millions off of a heel shaped piece of wood--to how bad I wanted to fuck Kelsey Schumann, my neighbor from across the street. I used to call it my All Over the Place journal. It seemed to give me some clarity on my thought process. But now I have... Read More

I can hear them now, whispering low, and creeping nearer, I know that they are waiting, for I’ve seen them before. They come upon the night you see, and the midnight hour is almost here. They hide under my bed, and in my closet, shadows on the wall, with images that will surely frighten greater men than me. But mostly I see them within that box set before me, sitting so patiently, I just have to turn it on, and there they will come, sent from everywhere just to frighten me. I have my remote, my chips, and some popcorn too, but mostly I have my covers to hide me from their evil eyes. Oh, how... Read More

The sting of the needle, inserted quickly out of necessity, brought me back to consciousness. The graybearded, decrepit doc had me laying on the kitchen counter, working out of an old leather bag which resembled the texture of his skin. Evidently I was out for a while, as he busied himself cleaning up. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the body of our attacker wrapped in heavy plastic, red smears on the inside looking like a crazed water-color painting. My Queen was calm, her hands stroking the blood, my and his, from my body. I noticed a strength in me, her strength, unafraid and capable... Read More

Whispering directions to her room, her voice was scant, forcing me to listen. Speaking softly, she could make others stop their routine to pay attention. Her eyes pulling them, me, closer as we leaned in to listen. She led me to her house, a loft in an unpretentious part of town. The door popped when she opened it, perhaps she hadn't been here in a while. My Queen had access to many places I'm sure, not to mention the access she gains so readily to the hearts of her subjects. The smell of incense, strong and lingering, permeated her sanctuary, adding an element of Eros to the sultry décor.... Read More

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