Izzy Winchester bites his nails too much, sleeps too little, and sometimes writes stuff. He goes more commonly by the name "Delcat", if you were wondering. His avatar and cover images are drawn by the amazingly talented Toastuh, whose amazing webcomic resides at http://attendance.comicgenesis.com/.
As for the rest, we'll just have to see.
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Where do monsters move? In small places. In morgues, where the last of us goes to have all the filthy things drained away after the best of us has gone, secrets are held close to cold and split chests. Here is the Thing In the Drain, who watches over a desperately ill young man at odds with himself. WARNING: This story contains bizarre sexual imagery and may be deemed offensive.
Where do monsters move? In small places. Samuel Merchant has been trapped in his own body for years, a victim of a car accident that robbed him of movement and speech, but not of thought. His sanity and hope is dwindling when he finally establishes communication...of a sort. Here is the Thing Inside You, a story of unexpected friendship.
By Izzy Winchester
Published: January 19, 2012.
(5.00 from 1 review)
January, in a city rotted out by the Depression, like a great grey circus filled with desperate men and half-mad animals. One particular desperate man, in the company of a friend who aspires for more than survival. Faith like a battery, and the incredible engine it runs...
Where do monsters move? In small places. Goodnight Moon is an introduction to a world of spaces with snug walls and close ceilings, and the entities that dwell within them: The Agoraphobics. Here is the Thing Under the Bed, and Jamie, the little boy left alone with it.