you are everything. you are the oasis of a desert, a fireplace in a snowstorm. you are the anchor for my ship, my lighthouse in the storm. you are the blood running through my body, the lining of my heart. you are the end of the road, and the hand I’ll hold every step of …
A tour of a Minecraft build from late 2020 in two parts, starting with a tour of Mount Amare and following with a tour of the Nether Network and the Tower. Watch directly on Youtube here: Part One / Part Two https://youtu.be/1fxL92zXOVQ https://youtu.be/GOzJz9nNie4
Hey, everyone! Hope you guys are having a good summer. It's been a little difficult on the writing side of things, but since my most recent horror story received so much attention and praise, I decided to give the story some extra love. And so, I'm announcing that you can listen to one of my …
Continue reading Audio Listening for “You Who Wanders the Dark”
BACK THEN Eve doesn’t remember when she first ended up on the streets of Adeshell, or where she was before that, but she does remember where it started. The hunger was the sharpest memory she had of that time. How it gnawed at her core. How difficult it was some days to sleep while her …
“Oh, fuck this.” The door was made of rotted wood and rusted metal, but it still withstood four kicks before finally giving in on the fifth. Eve stepped into the stairwell behind it, groaning as she shook debris from her clothes. It appeared that the rest of the old apartment building had fared no better …
we could stay right here like this, spend more mornings listening to the rain. more mornings over cold chocolate and hot coffee, we could keep trading kisses in the dark and falling asleep on the phone. - you could stay right here with me and try, and I’ll stay and try right beside you. beneath …
Once, there was a great beast, that claimed the woods of Northmoor, until an even greater hunter felled it, with a crack of gunpowder and lead. - Vengeance filled its dying heart. “Flesh!” It cried out, “Do not leave me here, for my work is not yet finished!” - But the beast’s flesh paid no …
Continue reading (Poems) – The Beast of Northmoor Forest – 277 words
I am standing in front of a blank canvas, trying to leave a mark on the emptiness. I paint with darks, I paint with lights, I push hard and wild, and then soft and light. I forgo sleep, food, and restraint, but the canvas is still blank. I split my wrists and empty myself out, …
liminal : characterized by being on a boundary or threshold, especially by being transitional or intermediate between two states or situations. I: Northmoor University’s campus had always felt like a strange new world to Sara in the midnight hours, a thousand streetlights lighting every inch of the sprawling maze of roads and old brick buildings in …
You know there’s something wrong with the forest. The light of your lantern feels choked, like the darkness makes it fight for every inch. It isn’t enough to make out more than a few meters around you. That little flame is the only light you see. The trees are black as pitch, and your only …
