New Lore: the Grast, the Vigil, and the Arts Magic!
“Aside from the all-new words, I’ve altered most of the details I kept, so even if you read one of these three when I first posted it, I promise you it’ll be fresher than ever”
Writing Fantasy Horror: Convocation
“I mean creative work that seeks to fill its audience with visceral, abject, unrelenting terror. That’s my horror.”
Hexenkessel Erotica: A Dalliance in Shadow, Part One
Hinrich smells of the road: faint wood and oil-traces laced by sweat and a certain something I’ll name manhood. He’s warm, and close.
“Then,” I press against him, “I want you to look. And I want you to see.”
Expurgated Editions: Final Pilot Story
“The radiant current, creations yet uncreated? You feel it?” Azru asked once, as she rested her hand on the child’s head while they looked out upon a foggy morn. A cool wind coursed over the bogs and tousled their hair. “That is magic, my dear one. You have the Gift.
I Tried to Destroy Human Civilization
“My friends–former friends after reading this, I hope–have sometimes joked that I sound like a supervillain.”
Expurgated Editions: Chapter 2 Part 1
“The child was born beneath a blood-red moon that scourged a stained-glass sky under midnight like the breaking of the world. The blighted orb’s glow spread as ten thousand smoky tendrils through the latticework seams of–“
The Expurgated Editions-Pilot Chapter 1
“But of course, there is none other to speak for me.
What cowardice would it be to pass my meanings through another’s words? The visions I speak come through…”
Bloodblurbs: Bloodborne-Inspired Poems
1 (Death to a figure in a porcelain mask):
Tundral blue
in ivory sockets
the plunge of a stake.
Confessions of an Artful Coward
Hello, readers. This will be another of those posts where I unpack my latest batch of unearthed psychological problems on the blog. This will not be another post where I try to tell you I’m done with the blog or writing. Those were never the desires I wanted to escape from. I understand that now. […]
Erotica: Ermengarde and Annika, 1
“It is just in time for an echo of startling in the nearest silhouette as we round the same corner, and collide with each other.”
