Words, dripping with meaning. Like sponge-cake saturated with honey. Disgusting, sticking to your fingers… my God, soap and water, quick. Don’t touch me! Spit it out, brush your teeth, damn you, you… you author!
5 days, 3 hours
What’s your favourite scary movie? Well it certainly isn’t Scream.
As much as I enjoy Scream enough to watch it more than once, it can be argued that it is not actually a slasher movie as it as previously been labelled. 619 more words
1 week, 4 days
Hellstrøm: Before you ask: I got the idea for the book from the dead guy buried in my garden.
Hellstrøm: Don’t look at me that way. 90 more words
Screaming. I woke up: screaming. I couldn’t remember a fucking thing. I felt I had dreamt a thousand dreams, but I couldn’t, as usual, remember a damned thing. 123 more words
1 month, 3 weeks