Ever since I was five-years-old, I have been in love with words and their structure. Nothing is more freeing than fleshing out the universes in my mind, the characters in my heart. Bringing an entire world to life and watching it engulf the psyche of my readers is the best adrenaline rush there could ever be. Sharing ideas, exploring possibilities, hearing theories and discussing the basic compounds of etymology and inspiration--that's what makes me a writer. What makes me an author is the reader, it's you.
"You and I live these adventures. Let your imagination flow into mine."
Stare down the physical representation of everything your terror calls home. Celeste St. Clare awakes beneath a tightrope, gazing at the broken world around her. The only clairvoyance through a sea of beasts and psyche-shattering realizations is a man in a suit, claiming to have control. Nightmare Child delves deep into the uncharted mind, ripping through the emotions and enigma of 'being human'.
'Til Death... Well Maybe
on July 22, 2016
I believe there are multiple ways to view this, and that's what I like about it most. My suspicions weren't correct, but it's fun to see the numerous ways that this could continue.
The City Smells Like Death
on July 22, 2016
A very quickly-told tale, which is perfect if you're strapped for time. The only recommendation I would have to the author is to reformat the manuscript; as for the story, I'll be reading the next installment very soon.