The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Cutting,
chopping,
through your flesh,
stabbing,
ripping,
with it’s blades two,
tearing,
slashing,
within,
opening you up,
pain,
screaming,
is it over you cry,
I smile,
and you cry some more,
as I cut out your tongue,
no need for anymore questions,
not where we’re going.
a 100-word story every day
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Don’t we judge our works more than others? Haha, but honestly, I think some things I set out to do work, but other things slowly begin to work. These whispered words are a work in process, and I guess I see them as that still. Especially if I was to compared them to your clock tower story arc. 👍
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Splendidly dark and brutal! I love your work sir. ^_^
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Thanks so much, pale when compared to what your skills produce, but thanks for enjoying 👍
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You’re way too down on yourself. I don’t do anything special, I swear. Xp
You write quite wonderfully and produce plenty of content.
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