

Of Forest Whispers and AngerAnd Nature presented herself to me Under the bright noon sun. Entering the woods on the trail of tracks in the snow.Of Forest Whispers and Anger
The Forest, Filled with dangling woods and thorns. Every twist and turn presents natural obstacles. The Forest,
She call to me:
Among the trees and briar patches, Animals and the noontime sun watching.
Evidence of the weather clashing, As the wind blows in furious blasts.
The animals, Warning signs abound of their presence. Tracks made to promote malevolence.
Hear the wolves growl, A monstrou


The HangedAs the forest grows and withers, The place that God abandoned, The place of the hanged.The Hanged
In madness, By the light of the moon, Surveying the landscape by the gloom of the moon.
Scarred and broken, Gather at the place of the hanged, The place that God abandoned. The place to see the bodies swinging, The sorrowful cries of mourning people.
Woe to the hanged, The hanged, The hanged.
Excommunication of the souls of the damned, Excommunication of the souls from this Earth. Force out last hopes and dreams, Only to be crus


The Tale of the Bygone PastIn the account of the ancient sea written by a man who dared to delve deep into it, said that there resided a long forgotten creature called the Bal-sagoth. Slimy and shaped much more wrongly than our world would allow.The Tale of the Bygone Past
In his own words, "There glow'd two malevolent ember eyes, its lawless shapes abnormally juxtapos'd against each other. I suddenly felt a persistence of sweat down my nape, I hath felt the instinctual flight but its eyes compell'd to ensnare me into its terrible web of secrets. I learnt of things so dreadfully fat'd that even the most heroic amongst you wouldst tremble and quake in so short a time. I will not speak of t


ClimberThe old iron bell clanged and the rusty hinges screeched as Adelle pushed open the stuck door. Hoping that her presence would go unnoticed, she tiptoed through the doorway peering into the room. the space before her was shrouded in inky darkness. A sliver of moonlight shone through the thick curtains, barely illuminated dusty piles of long forgotten projects: Lace wedding gowns hung on faceless mannequins, burial shrouds and christening gowns mixed in with one another. Adelle almost tripped over a pile of mens dress shirts, but caught herself just in time. The dying flame atop the curled wick of what had once been a candle shed feeble lClimber


When I offer you survival...The doctors gave him the news early that Monday morning. "THIS is why i hate Monday's..." he joked in response. This reaction confused the doctors, so they told him again. "Mr. Wilson, you have brain cancer, you only have a certain amount of time to-" "Woah, woah, woah..." he interrupted.When I offer you survival...
"Mr. Wilson is my FATHER, like I said the other day, call me Tim." The doctors both let out a deep sigh. "Tim, you have brain cancer, you have maybe six months to live" said the oldest of the two doctors. "Great..." Tim said in a disappointed voice. "...now im gonna miss my 27th birthday."
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