What once was man, striped down to it's bare essentials. I am thoughts on a page. I am the feeling in your chest you cannot place into words. I am no thing. I am Dread.
  • JoinedMarch 10, 2016



Stories by Dread
The Wood by no_longer_a_human
The Wood
My thoughts hastily scrawled for your voyeuristic pleasure. Consume at your leisure.
Untitled Works by no_longer_a_human
Untitled Works
A grave for the old. A memorial.
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