Some people wake up feeling groggy and sleepy headed. Rubbing their eyes to coax the crust from between the lids. Imagine waking up and finding that eye resting slightly lower than usual, the crust replaced by pockets of pus, your wife screaming at the sight of you. My name is Gore and this is the story of how my face fell off.

Don't let the every day ghoul stiff you out of a proper afterlife. Where do monsters go when they die? Monster Mortuary is a fully illustrated look into the final goodbye of all the creepy-crawly nightmares we're afraid to let out of our closets. From murders to accidents to gooey disease, breakout your best black for thirty-one unconventional funerals to be announced this Halloween Season. Creepy Contents: 01. Marley, Moe 02. Crumb, Fanny 03. Mummford, Odette 04. Lombard, Pasquale 05. Doe, John 06. Vile, D.E. 07. Mist, The 08. Spine, Gertrude 09. Tiny, Molly Anne 10. Dibbley, Desiree 11. Shalott, Eloise 12. Herman, Sherman P. 13. Addams, Wednesday F. 14. March, Enoch 15. NOTICE 16. Dibbley, Desmond 17. Stein, Monty 18. Muranu, F.W. 19. Haynie, Maxey Mable ------- Credits: Written by Robyn Marie (@prose-punk) Illustrations by Kacey Lynn (@untroubledheart)

I know I shouldn't do it. I know that it's wrong. Let's establish the facts first. You can't talk me out of it because it has already happened and you're not actually here with me and I may not be here by the time you've finished reading this. What I'm going to tell you now is a story that is currently in progress. Situations and events and characters and places and details have yet to be realized. I'll do my best to keep you informed as we begin our march through the treacherous world I've wrapped myself so deeply into.

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i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to do with either.

The night my dad was murdered is a night I should never be able to forget. Etched into my brain should be a bloody, gruesome death. But I can't remember any of it. _________________ Oliver Yao was only nine years old when his dad was murdered right in front of him, but even to this day, seven years later, Oliver can't recall a thing. Forced to deal with PTSD and strange bursts of emotion, Oliver is set on moving past the event once and for all. That is, until he wakes up next to his girlfriend's dead body without any recollection of the past four hours. Terrified of himself and what he might've done, Oliver buries himself neck deep in the mystery of his father's murder, and what he finds.... It could haunt him forever. THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE SAME TIMELINE AS PESTILENCE, FOREVER THE SICKEST MINDS, OR THE ORIGINAL MIRRORS AND SMOKE

Demyan Piyavka doesn't want to be the heir to the Piyavka bloodline, but with his elder brother unfit to lead, Demyan has been named the Piyavka heir. To gain the Piyavka power, however, Demyan must find his counterpart and drink their blood. It would be easy enough, but Demyan faces a wee little problem. He suffers from violence induced anxiety that makes it near impossible for him to leave his room, much less run a kingdom and kill someone. Borya Piyavka refuses to give up on his status as heir to the Piyavka bloodline, but with his lack of empathy and remorse, people think he's "unfit to rule". He's not unfit to rule. His weakling of a brother is, and Borya won't stop until he's in his rightful place as heir, even if it means getting rid of one of the only people in the world that he cares about. Serafima Piyavka can't stop obsessing over her mother's death, set on finding to woman who killed Diana and making her pay. Delving deep into the world of Okhotniki, Serafima finds herself trapped in a web of lies thick with truths that could shatter her entire world. As the triplets fight for their desires in a world of turmoil, they remain unaware of the true villain - the one that could threaten everything...

Poetry on nature and experience

{(Wattpad Featured Story)} It's kind of you to pick me up like this. Most people wouldn't take the time to do this sort of thing anymore. I sometimes feel like the world is getting smaller and smaller the more connected things become. That reminds me of a time in my life that nothing seemed to make sense and every step took me closer to uncertainty. Let me tell you a little about myself.

There is something making noises on the other side of my wall. I have no neighbors and am unable to leave my house. This constant burden of sound is doing a number on my health. Do me a favor and see what's happening. Will you?