Horror
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“People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.” – Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Men of deeper discernment have long believed there is no clear boundary between reality and imagination. These sages claim…
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See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil Rio De Janeiro, Brazil **************** The moon seemed to pulsate with a minacious aura, yet managed to retain its lustrous lineament as the forest ground was incandesced and thus lent an eerie ambiance. The forest had become peculiarly silent as all life form had ceased all…
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******************* Yuri Nabokov was an artist whose paintings had acquired a legendary status due to the uncanny resemblance it shared with the people he painted. There was a great amount of mystic associated with his art and with time his work began to be compared with the likes of Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci and…
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Somewhere in the Baraderes hill, Haiti The determined yet terror stricken faces of the villagers were illuminated by the fires on their torch as they stood in wait for daylight to break. It was dawn and they were gathered around a lumber dwelling, with the intentions of bringing an end to an ancient evil which…
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Thou lord, my shepherd hath forsaketh me; I am overcome with want….. The cruel and harrowing storm raged in all its raw and salvage splendor while the world around it dwindled to rubble and waste. It gloriously rampaged all in its path as though it were on a search and purge mission. It moaned hoarsely,…
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Patience which is said to be a virtue, was one I didn’t have in plentiful as I sat at the corner clipping my dirty finger nails. The reason for my impatience was the slow approach the second occupant of the room employed as he nervously went about the final phase of our unsavory business. …
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His eyes shone like the stars on the African night skies as the inferno which had been burning with so much intensity receded to a trickle. So dangerously close to the fire he had stood weeping as traces of his past and present burned into oblivion. Now all that was left which bore evidence to…
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Heed this cry for no matter how hard we try, our lands are still dry Our eyes are teary, our sights are blurry, our hearts are heavy and our bellies are filled with rye Yet we try to keep the funeral pyre burning for those we have lost and now lie therein We keep the…
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THE BALKAN MOUNTAINS, BULGARIA: 1703 AD Bratislav Aćimović looked out the window to see that despite his servant Ivanović’s early warning he still hadn’t gotten out on time. Now the villagers were already gathered in front of his castle, yelling for his blood while attempting to break down his heavy door. How dare they repay his…
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ST CLAIRE’S MENTAL INSTITUTION, VERMONT [1942] Dolores sat at the corner playing with her hair as she watched them struggle to sedate the violent and rambling Harry who had been using his body for the last hour as a projectile in the bid to destroy the padded walls of his room. And even with the…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 