Madlass

Marion Madlass has come to town. Everything is about to change.

The Crimson Collector

The key to my creation was DNA. All of it.

Another cold night, the chirping of bats and the squawking of dread enveloped me.

{Command Humanity, their creation run amok in A.I., or their shadow in Monstrosity to entreat The Old Ones to help you rule the world}

~ a poem

~ essay on the primordial terror of the xenomorph and the Alien series.

~ a poem

“The siren calls and the world spins.”

~ three short tales to terrify, as told by ME! A despicable kook known as The Grim Writer.

Naked in bed, I lay staring. At it.