

Feast of the DamnedHe lingered silently 'round many a grave be it saint or priest or ghastly knave hooded in black and crimson cloak from between his lips boils blackish smoke fingers gnarled and flesh decayed vengence he seeks or so they say putrid soul a maggots feast once a man replaced by beast He rides forth on ebony steed filled with anger lust and greed saber twisting in the air curses spoken without care eyes like fire penetrating heat teeth like razors to tear the meat ripping flesh from off the bone cracking skulls with heavy stone feasting on the rancid deFeast of the Damned


Miranda meets Devon chapter 1Chapter OneMiranda meets Devon chapter 1
The carriage pulled up to the front doors. She watched out the window anxiously. She brought her fingers to her mouth to chew on her fingernails and they were promptly slapped away by her Aunt Sandra. She shot her an agitated look but got nothing in response but a tisk, tisk, gesture
The carriage doors opened and out popped a short stout little man with a top hat and gray over coat. Papa she yelled and headed for the door. Miranda please show some restraint. A lady waits patiently for a gentleman to en


GrayThe world always seems to slow to a crawl just before someone tells you bad news, sort of like someone out there thinks its humorous to draw the moment out just to milk as much shock and pain out of the moment. It was no different for Kaiya when she came home from school to find her mother sitting on the sofa crying her eyes out into her hands. Sitting her hot pink and black trimmed messenger back on the table by the door she made her way inside the living room and sat in the plush powder blue recliner that rested across from where her mother was now perched. Running her hands over her ears to put a few loose strands of her black hair with piGray
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