have a little sneak peek into the ( UNEDITED ) 'creative' process going on behind the scenes, fulled by two cups of cappuccino and bloodthirst:
"She followed the path over which his eyes had trailed, only for her own gaze to land onto the house, quiet and asleep, cuddled up by the uneventful nighttime and awaiting the dawn.
Or so it seemed.
A scream shot through the scene, blood curdling and terrific, hungry and desperate for aid, for mercy, for the awakening from the nightmare. But, there was nothing to awaken from. It was followed by just a swift moment of deafness, before thuds and heavy footfalls began playing at random, growing louder. Louder. Louder.
The door slid open.
No one came out right away, or so it seemed, for it was only the scales hidden within the bag of the unknown, fox like man that had noticed the raven-haired spirit ghosting by, ceasing the hum of their bells as quickly as they had initiated it. But no one knows of the bells, nor of the scales, other than the man to whom they belong, so their quick ring was deemed as yet another riddle.
And then came the body."