Cosmicism mga kuwento

This is not a dumb bestiary. . . . [any form of plagiarism/homophopic is not allowed. You risk the block in chase if you don't want following the author's guidelines]

When Jared Irwin moved into the lodge that his college reunion was hosted in, he expected a peaceful life; a life of simplicity, with his wife and two children. But little to his knowledge, his newfound home is plagued with a disease that very few have immunity to - the disease of the unknown. The disease of that which will never be known. And he will have to find a way to either cope with this disease, or perish trying to get rid of it.

Within this short narrative I have compiled and refined the facts contributing to the current state of our existence and their dire implications.

A short Horror story set in London's Victorian Era. Resembles the writings of Edgar Allan Poe, and H. P. Lovecraft.

Let interdimensional intelligence become a mental disorder of carnivorous monsters, the kind that hide in the mountain of vanished stars, where they performed terrifying spells. The muses shine through a broken glass our enraged glare, and then the energy of specters in the cemetery appears, and demonic atoms are formed with the cries of the fallen god ... poor lush god that left his heart broken. The only thing you need to understand is that in this universe, rhyming with infinitive verbs is prohibited. That's why write until your fingers are sore and your muscles are twisted, as crafting each line of this great poetry carries a drastic objectiv. How many captive loves ended up being a rotten tale ... lost in narrative forests, like a broken heart ..., yeah ..., like a broken heart.