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I can't believe what they've done to her.1
by intoothandclaw
400 words, 9 comments,
on Jul 30 6:05 PM 2008. In , Drugs, Love, Opium, Personal, Romance, Spiritual, Strange, Tragedy
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Reaching out to touch it, the thrill of first contact still hasn't worn off...
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He awoke with the sun's last dying rays grasping feebly at his dry, grainy eyeballs. Blinking, groaning, he coughed, squeezing his eyes shut against the insolent solar fingers. They turned him red-golden with their touch, ins
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Sharp and blinding like a dozen needles thrown into a million eyeballs the insistent caterpillar crawls with its bladed legs into the flesh
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Mercy comes to me in the form of a pill. 1 / An eighty-milligram OxyContin tablet is about the size of a large pea, slightly squashed; perf
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My "face image" is of my own face and aesthetically appealing cannabis smoke. Smoke has a lot of symbolic/spiritual resonance for me. I am
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pelting downhill / hear gasping hitching breath / smell fear / running, running / jump a pile of garbage bags / he stumbles / land on his b
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The ripper considered a long time, he considered, watched, waited, argued, fought; but in the end there was only one choice to be made...
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The predator is sleek and cunning, he laughs. His claws drip hot and red, but he isn’t done yet. The men cower before him at the back of th
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Mary Alder sighed, shrugging her bag of groceries closer to her body. She was tired, ready to rest, but her apartment building was only a b
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1 / First Section2 / 1. Howling Silence / 2. Swallows-the-Lost / 3. Irrelevant / not applicable. / 4. Neuter. When not consciously mimickin
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Slick and shining the organs lie in their jewelbox, precious articles awaiting the caress of the ripper's tongue. Smashing through their pr
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Aaron Keenan paused, frowning to himself. Well, damn. That's inconvenient. He had been walking home from work, when...
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I stood and watched as the hour fell upon the moonlight spear, carven from desolate oak in the midst of a burning empire. The needful cater
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I used to be a little crazy. My fractured inner sel(ves) would argue and talk to each other. This is from that.
by intoothandclaw
500 words, 10 comments,
on Jun 20 11:58 PM 2008. In , Dark, Depression, Horror, Madness, Murder, Personal, Prose poem, Strange
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If crazed knife-wielding cannibals wrote senryu, it might go something like this.
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Two detectives work a scene, unaware that the perpetrator isn't who, or what, they think he is... and that he's watching them at work.
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Shawcross couldn't help but notice that other guy looking at him...
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Acetyl twists, leaps, throws himself to the ground. Pulsing through his molecules, the bass bellows thunderously. He finds himself a puppet on sonorous strings, incapable of remaining still in the face of such intense kinetic
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How 'Cet's life will more than likely end. Also, on the endurance of blood brotherhood.
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Another Werewolf: the Apocalypse story. A Red Talon Theurge and a Get of Fenris Ragabash thoroughly confuse each other, plus a hint of Wyrm
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Dexter struggles with himself during a temporary enforced "vacation".
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Trenton Wightsenn shrugged deeper into his snug overcoat, ignoring the breathy hiss of the bus doors sliding shut. Accompanied by a rattling blast of vehicular flatulence, it lurched forward, ponderous and implacable.
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Opening the treasure chest, you blink and sigh, expecting miracles to arise, but disappointment is ever the way, and nothing is different here. Butterflies and tinsel and tinfoil, rising on a lukewarm eddy like so much epheme
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The blood runs quick and quiet over the back of the sharp silver silence, quick and quiet and deadly keen, it retreats, briefly, throwing o
by intoothandclaw
500 words, 1 comment,
on May 16 1:44 AM 2008. In , Cannibalism, Crime, Dark, Death, Fiction, Horror, Murder, Serial killer, Unfinished
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Garou cosmology, just for the hell of it. Also, character development.
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A pack of werewolves indulges in an old-fashioned manhunt.
by intoothandclaw
1700 words, 13 comments,
on Apr 24 2:30 PM 2008. In Action, Combat, Dark, Demon, Garou, Horror, Hunt, Murder, Possession, Werewolves
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by intoothandclaw
1300 words, 5 comments,
on Apr 23 4:12 AM 2008. In Adult, Bondage, Dark, Demon, Gay, Ghost, Gore, Serial killer, Spiritual
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A hungry ghost drags his prey into the land of the dead to die.
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consciousness untouched for quite some time / direct caress along the eardrum / rattle rumble howl / somewhere deep in the purple shade / t
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spiking coils inward / furious frustration tumbling around / breaking apart a fragile rice-paper screen / previously established / tonight on faux news / fuck this! / frighten the everlasting into showing its teet
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did you know in the fog / the secrets coil in each reaching tendril / floating in the ephemeral pause, caressing me / knowledge enveloped w
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A different sort of Acetyl story, about the *other* thing his life revolves around.
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