The Supernova of Me.
And that supernova behind his eyes could not wait, it would cascade forth in ebbs of creation and splendour…
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The Hunter: Monster Within. A book reborn.
My novella, The Hunter: Monster Within, will be returning later this year with a 2nd edition. Bigger. Better. Bloodier. Reborn…
Read moreFiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 4).
I had no time to record my findings the day before, as discovery forced mind and hand to action. I am awake in a way that I haven’t felt so in a long time. With a new energy and being, I am me, but not. Fate really did call, and I did not find her wanting. Fate entwined shadow, I met it without fear, but absolute purpose…
Read moreThis Heart.
In times so silent,
I have never found life more vibrant.
Strands of fate entwined absolute restraint…
Serial Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 3).
I write this with weary eyes. The night before was one again disturbed. Nightmare upon nightmare riddled with question and doubt. What plagues this mind has already taken its toll in the form of monsters wondering my dreams and shadows stalking me through the night. I look to what more could unfold this day… but first, I shall recollect my thought to this page…
Read moreSerial Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 2).
Like the night, this descends. It consumes. I am deep in something that I do not know or truly understand…
Read moreSerial Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 1).
I open this entry with words that are not of my own. A verse scrawled with etchings of insanity. Are these the work of fiction? Or, perhaps, words chosen for one such as me?..
Read moreShadows of the Moon.
I would have you rise
to the stars,
though they would
cower before your
beauty…
The Broken Inevitability.
I see through this universe
with a steady gaze.
See through the lies,
beyond a malignant haze…
Fiction- The Hunter: Blood.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
That sound. Loud. It reverberated within, to the depths of his soul. It was absolute and everything, as all of his senses switched to focus on it. It was familiar to him. All too familiar. He held something tightly in his hand. Cold. Weighted, but not heavy in his grasp. Comfortable. A dagger…
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