Draining Life
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The weather around my town had the terrible habit of going dreadfully sour by the end of September and remaining that way up until the middle of March. Usually overcast, but often rainy, this year’s winter had been as soul-crushing as weather could get. It wasn’t until the end of February that the sun properly showed itself on one day, and it was about the end of March by the time spring set in and, what most people consider good weather, was more frequent.
I am one of those people. Sunlight really is the juice to scrub off the marble and steel grayness which had held the city tightly in its grip for t
Ika's 60 Day Horror/CP Character Design Challenge by InvaderIka, literature
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Ika's 60 Day Horror/CP Character Design Challenge
Today, I have a list of many things you can use for making a complete design of a horror-based character based off a central theme. This is optional but I decided to do my little list of things you can do for each day over the course of the two months!
If you can't draw, writing is also a good outlet for this to hone your writing skills!
So have fun~
~Ika
Car Crash
Decapitation/Beheading
Strangulation
Amputation
Possession
Burning at the Stake/ Burned Alive
Drowning
Frozen to Death/Frostbite
Drawing and Quartering
Impalement
Firing Squad
Walking Corpse
Poisoned
Cannibalism
Hanging
Battle Wounds
Overdose
Sickness/Plague
Mummification
Surgery
ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a Butler by InvaderIka, literature
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ORIGIN CREEPYPASTA: Death of a Butler
Lois was waiting anxiously for his master to arrive home from a party hosted by a business partner of the master. The twenty year old had made the man a batch of the most expensive tea in town to please him and was pouring the cups like he was taught by his father properly as Vladimir Rose came in, cane in hand as the other butlers took off his coat and escorted him to his study.
The old man looked as grumpy as ever, as not one of his wrinkles was worth being called 'laughter lines'. He kept looking at the servants in distaste, since it was evident to see his loathing for such people, but none more so than when he set his cold eyes up