The Horror
A short, dark story
By Shyranis Elarshae
Oh the horrors I have seen. The world is darkness and to struggle against it is to be forever denied the light. The cobwebs have settled over my brain, refusing me access to my own blighted memories. Like an addled crone I ponder and weep, so weary. The snow of my mind fuzzes over my vision as though the world were mere dust. The symmetry of light and shadow is slight and makes the dregs of reminiscence flicker in my skull.
It began one wretched and ever so damned winter day. The bed sheets were solidifying along the edges for the fact that they were nearly frozen. The window to the room
The Horror
A short, dark story
By Shyranis Elarshae
Oh the horrors I have seen. The world is darkness and to struggle against it is to be forever denied the light. The cobwebs have settled over my brain, refusing me access to my own blighted memories. Like an addled crone I ponder and weep, so weary. The snow of my mind fuzzes over my vision as though the world were mere dust. The symmetry of light and shadow is slight and makes the dregs of reminiscence flicker in my skull.
It began one wretched and ever so damned winter day. The bed sheets were solidifying along the edges for the fact that they were nearly frozen. The window to the room