Literary Trashcan
This is a place for me to dump anything that isn't complete enough to make a full story.
This is a place for me to dump anything that isn't complete enough to make a full story.
Are these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel the cold under your bed, In here the childhood terrors have a space, A...
Evil will always live in human form. Thus, goodness must do the same. These are the carnations of Nuyadha, the hero who rides the wheel of ages.