Novel: Horror
Down for publishing.
writing
Black Heart – Chapter II Part I
Next chapter. I’m glad that people are enjoying it – your likes keep me going through these long nights of typing up this mess.
Novel: Horror
Down for publishing.
Black Heart – Chapter I Part X
Novel: Horror
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Black Heart – Chapter I Part IX
Novel: Horror
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Black Heart – Chapter I Part VIII
Novel: Horror
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Black Heart – Chapter I Part VII
I’m having terrible trouble keeping track of all the names, so sorry if I mix them up at any point. I’m going to have to sit down and do a round of editing for nothing but name tracking. It’s probably silly to even have so many names named, but I feel if someone was talking about their co-workers, they would say their names instead of saying “Three agents,” right?
Novel: Horror
Down for publishing.
Carbon – Avalon
All this brought to you by Florence + the Machine’s Over the Love. I haven’t drawn in years. This is a scene like Elemental that is in the Carbon universe, but wouldn’t be included in the main story.
On the fifth night he didn’t come to her door, Avalon knew he was gone.
Black Heart – Chapter I Part VI
We rejoin the novel just in time for some exposition!
Novel: Horror
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Unearthed – Part III
Last part. If you haven’t already, I strongly suggest you check out parts one and two first.
Short Story: Horror? Psychological Vampire Thing
One night he ushers me and Hamidi into the car. “I will show you another way to hunt,” he tells me.
As we motor away from my house I feel a moment of panic, as if I’ll never see it again. I watch Alexander steer the wheel back and forth minutely, and he notices me looking.
“I will teach you to drive one night,” he says.
I balk. “I couldn’t. What if I broke it?”
“Then we’d get another. There are millions of these things.”
Unearthed – Part II
Short Story: Horror? Psychological Vampire Thing
I am alone. I am a part of the earth and the wood housing me within that earth and the darkness surrounding it all and nothing more. A worm winds its way through a rotted hole in a board and crawls over my arm and I reach out and grab it, bring it to my mouth. It explodes between my teeth but I get no pleasure from it. I still crave. I’m still alone.
My eyes fly open and I sit upright with a jerk. I’m twisted in my bedsheets. The candles are blazing; we never let them go out entirely. I untangle myself and stand and go to the corner, where a pile of blankets and pillows lie. Alexander and most of my “siblings” are there, dogpiled and fast asleep. I’ve tried to be one of the stubborn ones, insisting on keeping my own bed, but I understand now what brings us all to sleep beside each other. As I lay with them I can’t hear their heartbeats, there is no inhale or exhale of breaths, there is no body heat. But still I need to be there with them.
Smeared Black Ink 