The Crimson Collector

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

Nøkken

“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.

The group circled a skull on the carpet, seated equidistant from one another with eyes closed and hearts uncentered.

“You understand what we are trying to do here?”

Imagine you live in a world filled with superpowers…

Over the bridge, she walked past the people and between the raindrops, missing them all.

Seven entities gathered. A vampire, an archangel, a bobbit, a Decepticon, a faerie, John, and Nyarlathotep.

Back on the balcony, he peered through his custom-made scope and up into the night sky. ~ Where are you?