blairehawthorne

A series of short stories about the horrors of the material world, the fear of the unknown, and a general glimpse of the fragility of the human psyche. 

Witness the tales of several people as they face adversaries beyond human comprehension. Where does the monster truly lies: inside or outside? 

If two worlds collide, both will reign in each other's chaos. Do you place your trust in your own understanding of the world? Welcome dear visitor, welcome to a spectacle you never know of.

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"And then I saw it. 

Taking his phone is not a wise decision after all. 

Even my jaw dropped and my brows furrowed after seeing it. I understand. The hasty beating of my heart fills my body with unfathomable chill because I completely understand now."
- a short excerpt from Vol. 1, A Serenade for the Innocent

A Serenade for the Innocent

"Your feet seem a bit dirty, father." The policeman uttered as I stepped beside him when I hurriedly walked towards the other three with the silver man wrapped around my hands.

"My feet?" I said before turning my head down to gaze below me. Well, I am a bit dirty now since I have literally hugged that disgusting guy earlier, and frankly, I just wanna go home and have a cold shower! After a more in-depth look at my feet and even my legs, I saw that there's nothing particularly wrong about it. "What do you mean? I think my feet look clean enough?" I said jokingly before chuckling for a bit.

"Oh, I mean your shoes!" He said with a twisted smile after seeing my fake gentle smile.

Slowly Turning Black