Discontinued.

[Unpublished]

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A short story inspired by Lemon Demon's CrpytoSanta, a Christmas song about eldritch body horror, which I took to mind with a little twist.

To the untrained eye, the Cartwright farm seemed a nice enough place. Peaceful, if a bit isolated. But looking closer, over Ma Cartwright’s neatly cultivated garden, past old Nana Cartwright in her rocking chair on the porch, one would notice something… unnerving. Not only did the sidings peel, l...

Sometimes the only barrier between love and yourself is you.

Beyond Seven Gates of Hell and Seven Seas of Problems there might be Earth but we do know there is Darkness. Darkness has the speed of a logic process if You do not know what You are looking for, like when Jesus believed the Bottom pit of Hell is the Garden of Eden.

I’m standing on a giant metal plate balancing on top of skyscrapers. It looks damn beautiful, but nothing makes sense. Yeah, I know it's a dream. But I don't care about the logic. I care about my bag. I left it by the water while playing a stupid game. Now it's gone. Stolen by some "retriev...