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

<p>We walked ever so quietly in the glass corridor that will lead us to the next area. No one really spoke, but I think it's more about none of us want to be a part of this damn bullshit that had just happened earlier. Like, we all just wish to end the conversation about the whole shenanigans there and how these two fucks, Francis and Kirstel, singlehandedly caused the death of my main bitch Keizer.</p>

<p>I never thought swearing would be this great! I feel like I have ascended into a realm higher than the heavens itself now that I'm uttering these taboo words in my head. Never have I ever wished to speak these cursed words such as fuck, bitch, and shit because I know my mom would cap my ass so fucking hard that I would start asking to be on the other side already. However, now that I've tasted the forbidden apple, even though I know I have no right to say them, I still cannot stop myself. It's way too fucking fun!</p>

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