Holy cow.
You guys. I know some of you have done the original fiction thing before. If you think you can bear to read anothers original fiction, then boy have I got a recommendation for you.
One of the sickest minds I've ever had the pleasure of knowing (and I mean that in the best way possible) has gone live with a story that left me both staring at my screen blankly and sent a shiver down my spine. It's dark, it's twisted, and it left me feeling vaguely unsettled.
I can't recommend this story enough.
You can find it here, at the authors website. It's titled Metallurgy and after being live for only a few hours already has attracted fanart.
What is this creepery, you ask. It's the good stuff. Seriously. You should check it out. And now that I feel sufficently like a pimp (word, gangsta, wheres mah cane?) I'm going to go to bed and... not sleep for a while.
And maybe never let anyone photograph me ever again.
One of the sickest minds I've ever had the pleasure of knowing (and I mean that in the best way possible) has gone live with a story that left me both staring at my screen blankly and sent a shiver down my spine. It's dark, it's twisted, and it left me feeling vaguely unsettled.
I can't recommend this story enough.
You can find it here, at the authors website. It's titled Metallurgy and after being live for only a few hours already has attracted fanart.
What is this creepery, you ask. It's the good stuff. Seriously. You should check it out. And now that I feel sufficently like a pimp (word, gangsta, wheres mah cane?) I'm going to go to bed and... not sleep for a while.
And maybe never let anyone photograph me ever again.