Centipedle : Writing

The more I think about it.

The more I think about it.

A Poem by Centipedle


I've felt this just like before.The pit in my stomach is being scooped out.Burning and tearing into my being.As the clock ticks by, so do I.It's diffe..
Among a king

Among a king

A Story by Centipedle


idk
Shut out

Shut out

A Poem by Centipedle


I've been stuck with iron bars over my tongue.Metal sticks piercing my lips.I've been disregarded and branded with a collar.Dehumanized, by a preacher..
Virus

Virus

A Story by Centipedle


If tomorrow never comes
Red Water Preview

Red Water Preview

A Story by Centipedle


Medieval times
Soul

Soul

A Poem by Centipedle


Where we start.
Headstone

Headstone

A Story by Centipedle


“This is a Graveyard?” I asked as we walked into the small plot of land. It didn’t have many gravestones, but it was enough to be t..
Let's pretend

Let's pretend

A Poem by Centipedle


Blooming red leaves,Over a brightly colored town.I remember it like yesterday,Orange coating the streets.There were people playing music,Passing out f..
Night Lights Preview

Night Lights Preview

A Story by Centipedle


Preview for a planned new dark fantasy book.