The Cruel Side of Hearts [COMPLETED]

Behind The Scenes: Inspiration, Sketches, and random Blurbs.

  This story was inspired by quite a few major events in my life, as well as the process of maturing and growing up. The fact that I have been able to write it is a very important thing for me, and the way I perceive myself and the people around me. Thank you to those who have been with me and those who are no longer.

It was rather an interesting, unravelling this string of events, through the guise of Hogan and the world I have created. This story had next to no pre-planning, and every chapter just came as a flow of thoughts. The plot was an afterthought, and I am surprised that in the end everything has come together as neatly as it had.

The idea of writing out "It" came after the poem I wrote, (which is also available In my book of poetry "Liberation of the Psyche) It was very easy to flesh out cause I wrote it exactly how I saw it....most of this book is just my thoughts and memories....but spicier.

Here is the poem BTW

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Follow the droplets of blood on the floor,

At the end of the hall, you'll see a brass door,

Carved in the marble is your enemy's name,

They're playing with you quite a dangerous game.

It sits in the shadows, covered in words,

Its head is on fire, its heart full of swords,

Its eyes are pure lightning, watching you near,

Its voice is the silent whimper you hear.

"What do you want?" you ask the flickering flame,

The horrible creature whispers your name,

"I want your creation" it spells out all last,

Observing the trembling shadow you cast.

"I don't understand" you call out again,

"How do you even know who I am?"

"It's simple, my friend" you're hearing it grin,

"Come listen closely 'fore my patience runs thin"

"I don't want your body, your name or your life,

I'd take it from you if it were my type,

What I need are the nightmares that eat you alive,

Another comb added to the otherworld hive.

"I'm in need of your continence, and what makes you you,

Your free will and colours, of every hue,

I'll suck it all out until what's left is a shell,

A greying disaster for the place you call hell"

Its showing its claws, and venom and teeth,