#ghostgrave

Wrap him up in plastic, and throw him down the stairs, utterly fantastic. ... Alan was in the kitchen with Anne. A christian calendar hung on the wall, next to the fridge, with the verse "For what

Fear lingered in the air. Darkness haunted the streets. Getting inside was imperative. The only entrance to the factory building was a metal door with a keypad on the side. All the other entrances had

You can't depend on anyone for your wants and needs. Everyone is out for themselves. Frank knew this from experience. He didn't trust Kyle. Something seemed... off about him, and it wasn't his eccentricities

Gustavus wasn't like anyone Kyle had ever met before. He would sometimes hear is uncle talking to himself, narrating himself and his actions as if he was in a book. Agatha Christie was his God. It seemed

Chunks of burning rock fell from the sky across the city. Spattering the landscape like God himself was spitting chunks of hot coal. Alan looked up at his burning new apartment. He stared at the red Twin

In the beginning there was darkness, and that darkness gave birth to life. Alan had it all. He had the good life; a girlfriend, friends, a job he enjoyed, hobbies, the ability to travel, and the ability

I want to cut the skin off of my body. I want to remove this sleeve. Urges of taking a knife and slowly peeling off my forearm have been on the forefront of my mind for so long. Soon I will be whole...

2020 had been a fucked up year by all accounts. This one moment lingered in my mind... it was of making carrot soup during the Lockdown. I tried my best to find meaning in it, in the process of cooking