TWISTED FLESH AND THINGS
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Last published Sun, Apr 21, 2024
This story follows Charles, a disturbed mental patient experiencing a slow descent into madness. A madness that would manifest and had a desire for death and depravity. Inspired by the works of Harlan Ellison, especially, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. Read this story unfolds as we dive into what it means to be human, to experience the capacity for good and evil.
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