"You mean that thing... used to be a preacher ( Read more... )

It was so bright at first that he thought he might have been knocked in the head from behind ( Read more... )

He stared at the scissors in his chest for a second before reaching for them as he had before... and it disappeared as the others, leaving behind that faint, echoing ache. He rubbed at it as he stood, looking around the room for where he was supposed to go next ( Read more... )

And the Preacher reeled back ( Read more... )

The preacher stared at him, his eyes dark pits and his skin the same palid green as the rest of this place. For a moment it worried, made him wonder if he'd start moaning and shambling towards him, but there was something in those eyes, something even more terrible than the emptiness of a zombie that stared back at him even as those broken teeth ( Read more... )

He walked up the road, past the endless waste. There were no grasses here, no fields. Just the waste and the sand and the rocks and the stinking rot that permiated the whole place even though he was some ways from the beach by now ( Read more... )

He woke up to blurry vision, a splitting headache, and a body that ached like he'd run miles in freezing rain.

He woke up with his skin clammy, his muscles shaking, and his throat feeling like he'd screamed himself hoarse only a few minutes ago.

He woke up with his trousers stuck to him, wet, and his shirt more like a bit of slime than anything ( Read more... )

Annwn or Annwfn (Middle Welsh Annwvn, sometimes inaccurately written Annwyn, Annwyfn or Annwfyn) was the Otherworld, the land of souls that had departed this world in Welsh mythology. [...] Annwn was said to lie so far to the west that not even Manawydan ap Llyr had found it, for you could only reach Annwn by dying yourself. It was also said, ( Read more... )

"You been hearin' her then ( Read more... )

"What're you doing, Uncle Lawrie ( Read more... )