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

Francis looked above the ceiling with his eyes fixed on the still darkness above the glass hall.

"What the fuck just happened?" He uttered weakly as his hands shook with his eyes widened.

"Urgh... Help... Help..." Kirstel whispered weakly with her hands extended towards Francis. Her bloodied face continued to bleed profusely as her tears mingled with her blood.

In a snap, Francis regained her hold onto reality and swiftly moved towards Kirstel. "You're okay now... you're okay now..."

Let's Just Get Out of Here!