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Liquid Courage

A Story by TNT

An empty bottle. A fermenting room. The stagnant mind. The soul in its tomb. The world is plastic I am wretched from my grave Suffering is..

Fall

A Story by TNT

The dusk on the first day of fall. The first gentle breeze of nature's exhalation and the beginning of winter drawing its first breath. Marked by the ..

My own

A Story by TNT

Again the trembling starts. An exordium to the nights vicissitude. Not before horror or the obscenities of day. But within; the terror stirs the mael..

The forest and the succubus

A Story by TNT

Among the arbors in the reaches of of the emerald sea there is a place. None can sense it but the keenest intuitions. The one who plays with magick an..

If the sky could speak

A Story by TNT

If the sky could talk what would it say? Would the cosmos wish to confide or advise? To withhold or deceive? My minds preponderance of thoughts that r..

What's this?

A Story by TNT

What have I become? I dont belong here. What have I wrought? And what have others sewn from me? What sinister discord hath wretched this umbral, odiou..

Just so you know

A Story by TNT

If I'm ever lost. Whether by my own whim or the whim of the universe. Should the tides obfuscate the oceans floor and lure me to the coral sepulchre w..

The throws of dark desire

A Story by TNT

The fibrous wick like witches wrapped around each other burning in the dusk. Arms wrapped each others shoulders in an emblazoned devious accord. Merel..

That humid night

A Story by TNT

Lately, the confines of this sapphire have bogged down and come onerous. All of us shades like grains of sand brushing past millions in the maelstrom ..

So I am here

A Story by TNT

So I am here. The castaway. Who had spent a decade tossed by the sea. The squalls and wicked gales, the voracious splendors of the maritime maelstrom ..