Limbs Stories

Yeah... my thumb (Now possibly to include other crap!)

This story is about an unlikely happening in the woods. There will be more stories following the same premise and I will be creating one big story. Stick around.

I am Lorraline and I live West Virginia. I am going to tell you the story of how I got stranded on an island. It all started when I got a scholarship to Europe.

Where my left hand lays, limply resting on my thigh, there is something wrong. For a moment I cannot deem the reason it looks wrong, but it does. Something about the picture disturbs me, and it's not just because of the blood caked to my pasty skin and bony knuckles. It dawns on me why the picture looks wrong. Honestly, it takes me a moment. When the realization hits I fight the urge to vomit. I'm fairly certain I haven't always had four fingers on my left hand.

Bunny trying to make a decision under heavy stress, what could go wrong?

The intriguing tale of sickness, faeries, and love. <3

That's when it happened, the most horrifying thing anyone could imagine...the finger moved! It wiggled! It twisted! It started to crawl forward!

A collection of my darkest dark poetry.

"We are not atheists. We are Rippers, Sector 4 of the House of Blood. Students of the mighty Erebus, god of darkness. May his darkness fill your soul and show you the truth."

An half breed of a alchemist and a vampire girl is born. An sin of this world was to have one vampire I love with the enemy, the alchemists and to form a demon baby of both combined. What will happen to this sinned half breed? Can she even survive or will she just die on her first and last day of life?