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

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Lucas said while the rest of the people on-stage suddenly started to look at the creature above us. However, when I did look at where they're looking, all I could see was emptiness and blank.

"yOu WeRe GiVeN TwEnTy MiNuTeS ScReEeEeENTiMe!" The gurgling voice of something said in the darkness around us along with the sound of countless feet tapping the surface of what sounded like a metal wall. "yOuR bULLsHiT iS ANNNOOOOYYYIIIIIIING! YoU sPeNt EiGhTeEeeEEEEEeEN mInUtEs DoInG fUuUuUuUuCkING NOTHIIIIIIIIIING! NoW, tHe MaTriArCh iS mAd, aNd ShE wAnTs YoU oUt oF hErHoUsSSsSSsSSE!"

"That..." Timmy said with a moan as he kept on punching his testicles hard, increasing in intensity as time goes on. "That's UGH... unfair... hhaaaa!"

Just Chunk His Body Down There, Mr. Whitebug