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We All Have Rotten Cores

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37 1 14

In a sinister, hopeless world of post-WW2, Ernsta struggles through every moment, to find the words that keep her tied together, almost harmonious, complete. It's becoming more scarce as the world simply decays around her. These books keep away the remorse that haunts her at every waking and sleeping moment, lurking in her dreams; memories of the screams of corpses, and a voice echoing that slit their throats. Remorse is even in the dark as she lies there. And yet something sinister lies in freedom; something she fears. Because anything could be in the dark, just look and you'll find it.Content warning: Holocaust references (that's partially what the book is about), grief and loss (if this is something you find triggering there is a lot of it)…

Ripples of grief

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122 8 40

A story about a young widow in WW1, watching as the German village is emptied of people. Then she finds it - a world all to herself.…

The story of my Innocence (old story from a while back that I wrote)

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3 0 1

This is an old story I wrote a few years ago, and I wanted to publish it because not many people besides people I know have seen it, and I remember I loved writing this.…

Reflected sorrows

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125 20 40

A lost, grieving soul enters the jaws of an insatiable beast, where the eyes of uncannily well-preserved paintings reach for her weary, lonesome corpse like crows. This mansion has no history to be felt or heard; it's as if the rooms are hollow and ravenous, their stale tranquillity broken by irregular draughts that send shudders down her spine as oppressive as the clattering of a needle to the floor. There lie secrets. Secrets and betrayals. In the mirrors, familiar faces crawl out from their eternal doom to grasp her pale skin and whisper trenchant advice into her ears with a sickly tongue, hearing her heartbeat like the ticking of a clock; candles that breathe within her. Those faces have lain so long in wait among the stitches and threads of madness, waiting for her arrival. Though the hours crawl onwards, she remains, watching and listening to the whispers of sorrow that lurk behind her at every acrimonious gust of wind howling through the mouth of the great beast. What awaits her within these halls, engulfed in oppressive, potent mists of grief? Who may she meet in the reflections of trembling malady? Through it all, that face haunts her every step. Yellow skin and seething eyes. Ink-stained and bloody. Cackling as insidious as death. Woeful as grief.…

The lost book of doctrines

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79 15 56

This book is a YA novel; it contains all the stories I have written over this year, and as I went along I added plot and lore, so feel free to either read the stories or look into the overarching story. As a quick explanation, it is a tale of gods, and their bonds and alliances with each other- I love all the stories that can be contained in a single metaphor within a single story, and I hope this story means as much to you as it means to me, as this really shows the progress I've made other than anything else; please vote and comment- it means a lot to me that you care. Also, I have posted my favorites of these in single titles, so from the reaction from those I think you will love this!…

Ice hearts

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4 0 4

Within these haunted walls, mysteries lurk, and grief festers.…

Ticking of insidious lungs

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6 0 4

Every time she wakes she finds the clocks wound back, and the silence like a veil; but the ticking of a clock calls to her. Wasn't she warned against strangers?…

She who seeks the arms of Carcosa

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9 0 4

Trapped here by years of her own sins, Branwen wishes she could just find the peaceful, everlasting mercy of Carcosa. Some risks were not meant to be taken. Some risks are too much of a danger. So, with trembling hands, a story of broken dreams unfolds before you warmly, with sorrow festering in its gaze.…