Visceral Stories

Não é redenção Nem cura Não é perdão Uma poesia sobre dançar onde tentaram me apagar

2018 Favorite Covers award (Prismatic Prospects.com), 2018 Favorite Reads award (Prismatic Prospects.com), 2018 Readers' Favorite International Book Award winner (Audiobook-Fiction). Winner 2017 LibraryJournal Indie Ebook Award for Mystery. Finalist: The 2016 Wishing Shelf Book Awards (Fiction). In a small, rural Florida town, a popular local radio host notices the new librarian -- which is strange since she is virtually invisible to everyone else, and he is totally blind. Deejay Shepard Krausse has made enemies with his conspiracy-theories talk show. Too bad the innocent librarian, Miranda, is about to become a target-by-association. Can Shep and his dog, Dave, keep Miranda safe when hired killers set out to eliminate all three of them, even if it means tracking them through a Florida swamp at midnight?

Flash Fiction. As his father was dying decorated with the cries of agony from his brother and blood, The boy, couldn't process it. The only thing he was thinking was a clock was falling down.

With wounds and scars, she tried to live. With him around, she continued to breathe. She didn't think she needed him. Even after two trials, it was still the same answer. And it all happened so fast, almost like reflex.

Maxine Lee has lost her memory, her hand, and nearly her life. Organ failure is imminent, but that may be the least of her concerns when her would-be-killer returns to finish the job. ****** Beautiful cover done by @scmimi|

A lingering story about what remains when something-or someone-starts to slip away.

Unimportant poems.

I am Vy. I am banished. I am lightning. Vy is born and subsequently banished from her home. She falls and falls beyond any reasonable velocity through space and time until she hits the ground with quite a splat. Not knowing why or how anything has happened, she put a shaky foot in front of the other for a blood soaked journey. Note: this is the first story I've really taken any time to write, this is my rough draft, so it will probably be terrible, but I think I have a story worth telling. Note2:I will include a song with the YouTube video function that, I think encapsulates the tone of the part. Probably will be rock/metal but I'm positive there will be exceptions. I also made a Spotify play list of the same title as this story songs are in the order of parts: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3q64qVCKHgjExGMK23ABmE?si=vFQz531vQBCMm91VQwOQDw Note3: please feel free to leave some criticism, and vote on my story if you like. My fragile ego appreciates it.

In the distant future, there is no hope. There is only chaos. I was not given a choice but I will take my choice, by force if I must.

A lone Ronin travels the world, ridding villages on the Oni's grasp. His blade wills him forward for good and for evil. He fights to maintain individuality in a war against his legendary Katana. Daimyo begin disappearing, so the shogun hires a powerful ronin to solve the mystery.

Bienvenido a mi perdición como narrador

{ One bed...and it's haunted } ~ warning : The following material is drawn off real life encounters & events. This is a story of fear, fever, and the strange moments when reality trembles just beyond grasp. #witwcontest 《 wattpad short story contest 》

When a man's decaying world finally turns against him, his insides take matters into their own hands. 🩸 In a surreal journey of flesh and filth, the boundaries between nightmare and reality blur, leaving him to face the sinister aftermath of what happens when the body decides to revolt. 😱🫀

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

Pequeños relatos nacidos del fuego lento, de los sueños que no avisan, de las memorias que no sabíamos que teníamos. En cada fragmento, una chispa: una visión, una sombra, un recuerdo, un conjuro. Historias breves como brebajes antiguos: algunos curan, otros hieren, todos despiertan. Aquí la tinta es ritual. Aquí cada historia es un fragmento del alma.

A wetland excavation uncovers a grotesque, tangled mass of impossible bones, awakening something ancient beneath the mud. As the ground begins to pulse and a towering composite creature briefly rises from the pit, the workers flee-leaving behind a seemingly calm marsh that still, unmistakably, breathes.

Historia corta sobre amor visceral