I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense, it's only weirder than you'd expect. We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. Bitter in a way that makes us taste the metallic tasting of our own thick flesh. Sometimes it isn't easy to accept what may seem otherworldly; something that isn't Holy from Christ himself but rather it's whatever Satan has conjured. Redrum is much like red wine, blood is red, but the Beast's blood isn't what you may think. It isn't red. It's much more than red. Now, the Beast comes quietly for all you children, quivering with hunger. With a mouthwatering grin. ON HOLD. Coming of Age; Horror Apply Fiction / ©2023

❛ I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach . . . ◟ open / CLOSE! original romance af ©mortedium / 2023

COVER MADE BY @crownqueenwriting !! 27 years have passed. The losers, now nearing 70 years old, have once again abandoned Derry, able to forget the horrors they faced there and live on in peace. Knowing 𝘪𝘵 won't return. But on the 14th of March, 1984, a white, gloved hand claws it's way through the dirt, breaking through what remained of Neibolt House. CLOSED ON 25/12/2022