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Downward we climb, towards the gates of beyond, letting the fevered dreams lead us into damnation, for we are not one, but we are not many, we are the lost, our victims the found, we are the guilty, we are the killers, our hope for tomorrow, is broken by yesterday, for where we go, forgiveness…
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Feathered wings of the dove, sends thoughts involving love, to your heart and your mind, for this is how we are defined, a controlling gesture memorised by all, as bitter as the devils fall, for we are his sheep, his fingers three deep, thoughts not of our own, it’s bitter seed sown, we are the…
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I am not a sinner, I have no crosses to bare, I feel no hatred, towards those we do not care, I do not seethe in anger, for what I cannot repair, I do not prey on the weak, I do not sit and stare, I hide in the darkness, I hide behind my hair,…
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Was this what you saw, when you looked into my eyes? Was this bitter man, the one your love denies? I treated you like a queen, in ways you’d never been, but instead you clipped my wings, and send me back to earth tied in strings, of deceit, betrayal and mistrust, my heart burnt, its…
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I am not the monster you see, for I still feel I am me, but the ravages of time, have decided their hate for my crime, it wasn’t to do with power as they say, it was pure like the dawn of a new day, I saw my world falling, trying to survive, I saw…
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I should’ve known the wickedness would spread, from house to house, from bed to bed, I turned my eyes, as if I were blind, for I knew, what dirty deeds I’d find, bodied eviscerated left and right, bodies torn apart with delight, I cower in my shadowy den, away from the shaming eyes of them,…
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OCTOBER IS A FUN TIME OF YEAR! If you haven’t been keeping up to speed with what we’re doing over here at Twisted Road, I’ll give you a quick look at what we’ve brought forward so far, and, what we plan on bringing you before the end of the month. TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY…
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Happy almost Friday the 13 my fiends! Firstly I want to start off saying it’s been three/four days since my last post. It may seem like nothing to some, but I have, even after my three hundred and sixty-five day challenge finished, attempted to at least post something each day. Now if you’re keeping count…
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Looking for something interesting to read? looking to delve into the shadows of worlds you have no idea exist? looking for some free books? Well, what a coincidence, I have a recently been involved in an instafreebie promotion involving such books. You can go HERE to collect a copy of Twisted Roads Volume One, I…
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Yes, it’s true, the site has undergone a step backwards, where it always was meant to go, at some stage of the story that was taking place, but, things area taking turns where it may not be able to continue the way I wanted it to. This is partly due to some exciting things we’ll share with…
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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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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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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…