Beginnings
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The blade rips into his flesh as he cuts, using the knife like a saw, his bloody, torn flesh falls to the floor below him, and he laughs, staring at his reflection. “It was the words that drew us in, it was the night that sealed our sins, the devil smiled from somewhere afar, as…
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Lost in the tales, you told me, lost in the worlds, you made me see, worlds bathed in beauty, worlds swallowed in fear, I danced to music, music that only I hear, you marked in your darkness, where I was protected from the light, you made me your perfect child, your perfect child of the night.
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What did those idiotic boys have to read, what stories were told, what darkness was given flight? Tonight, we’ll begin a journey to see what words crafted the world of one, Mister Marty Towns. What shape does his demon take, and how can he avoid its touch?
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He lived at the end of our street when I was a kid growing up, nowadays he’d be labeled one of those guys to watch out for around your kids, but he was harmless, a gentle old soul who’d withered with age. He always sat on the porch of his run down house, the doors…
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As one, we are, not together, not apart, fused, intertwined, your arms, wrapped in mine, your legs, twisted around mine, as one, but yet, I am alone.
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Hello, and welcome to my first official blog, as master of this domain. Honestly you’d think one of those idiots would’ve read the fucking stories I gave them, wouldn’t you? I mean how much more obvious did I have to make it to them, read the story, it’ll help you understand things, it’ll help you know…
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The last 24 hours have been a mashup of moments, fractions of seconds, that when pieced together make no sense at all. I remember the man from the white room, the imposter, the book, the shadow, and, the little girl screaming, terrified and, and a woman, Clare? The rest seems like poorly sown together images,…
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Don’t ask me what happened last night, I can’t tell you. It’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because I don’t remember. I went to the house sometime after eleven last night, it was quiet, nothing seemed out of place, basically, the way we had left it when we took off earlier. I turned…
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My wife doesn’t want me going back to the house on my own, she’s worried something’s going to happen, it was only intensified by this footage I found on my daughters bedroom camera. I didn’t bother to bring my laptop so I’ve used my phones camera to record it. I can’t not go back, not…
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Not long after I posted my last post, my daughter came to me crying, totally inconsolable, and it took a good fifteen minutes to finally get her to calm down enough to even talk to us, and when she finally started to make sense I rushed to her room searching it from top to bottom.…
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When I started this blog I wanted to hone my skills, explore ideas I had trapped in the inner depths of my mind, but instead, I somehow managed to unleashed an attack on my own sanity, one that won’t yield, given more power by me stupidly in giving a character in one of my stories…
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When I started this blog, when I took over this blog, I wanted to take back what was stolen from me by that imposter, the bastard who stole everything I’d written and claimed it as his own. Since that day, I’ve been plagued by ghost from my past, dreams bathed in nightmares. Slowly my sanity…
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I am no longer alone, no longer in my darkness, tasting life, tasting his sin, a sin that will soon be mine, when I win, when I stop all, yet he still fights, he still plans, he still deceives, but I cannot be played, I am the one who plays, I twist what he creates,…
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It lights the darkness, it hides its shame, the end is worthless, the beginning the same, a ride, a twist, a new way to die, damnation, salvation, but the truth is still, a lie!
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Okay, I had to post this, because it creeped me the fuck out earlier and I’ve been on edge since. I was drawing with my daughter this afternoon, while my wife went to the supermarket to get ready for an epic afternoon, and I looked up from my scribbles to see what she was drawing and,…
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Originally I planned to write a big piece about how, after a solid year, after three hundred and sixty-five days, I’d managed to not only post a new story each and every day, but, at times posted multiple stories, creating more than I originally intended to post, it was going to be a massive self…
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He came to me again last night, the man from the white room, I don’t know if I was sleeping or not, whatever was going on, whatever was happening, it didn’t matter anymore. he smiled, smirked even, then told me more stories, more lies of a life I’ve never lived. He assured me what he told…
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You better stay in bed, you better rest your head, for on the darkest night, when there’s no moonlight, I’ll come for you, and your family too, through the whispered words, of those who read before, so close your eyes, and pray that no one dies, because you’ll all be dead, if you meet, The…
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The final day, of this you know, but what lurks beyond? a prince? a prize? well, now that would be telling, and I don’t want to ruin my fun.
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Wrapped around and round, like the innards of your guts, twisted and deranged, it plays these fucked up games, lost in a nightmare, or am I awake? I’ll never know, Because it’s too late!