Saturday, September 24, 2016
Everybody was waiting for something. Some waited for the devastation of Nibiru, others waited for Jesus or the Mahdi, while others simply waited for the grave. Then there were people like her, the witch, who were waiting for transition, a phenomenon all the others wouldn't understand...
Friday, September 23, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
The troll's insights surprised the warlock. Maybe there was a consciousness boost going on after all, something long expected, but not yet detected. It's been said that this frequency increase would drive some people bonkers, and there is plenty of evidence for that happening all over the globe...
"But that's not the half of it," continued the troll. "He has three kids but says he only remembers having two. And I don't remember him having any at all. It's like we were in two different timelines and then we merged into a third, each of us recalling a different past. It's just too weird."...
Monday, September 12, 2016
Sunday, September 11, 2016
It was a day they all remembered; the official kickoff to a ceaseless war, a war mired in biblical insanity. There was no other way to put it...
Slithering across the world, the viper seeps
Through concrete landscapes, an unruly adversary
Feeding fear and cold uncertainty.
Striding boldly with unremitting loathing,
Something ancient and unforgiving has come
To rest upon the cherished land.
Foul breath let loose by careless oversight
And sleeping vigilance, it feeds on pain and
Vengeance, untamed in unrequited resolve.
The howling wind is raged in violence.
Lost innocence is trampled, and fragile freedoms
Flutter like tattered banners in the brutish air.
Shards of heated shrapnel hurl savage kisses to
Mortal flesh and shattered bone.
Gone are momentary hopes and longings.
The darkness of the vengeful heart is open,
Sucking in collective horrors and laughing loudly
In angered glee.
More terrors than the present world has known
Has been unleashed and come to roost upon our
Cherished dreams. The people mourn in absolute
Astonishment that Hell at last has come to rest upon
Their wounded land.