This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
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My first book is finally LIVE!! I’m very excited to introduce you to Lexi and Kade, I hope you love them as much as I do!! Click the link above to get acquainted
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My first book is finally LIVE!! I’m very excited to introduce you to Lexi and Kade, I hope you love them as much as I do!! Click the link below to get acquainted
Word of mouth is GREATLY appreciated!! If you know anyone on other platforms that you think would like to know about this, please tell them!!
Christmas Horror Volume 3, edited by Chris Morey, Dark Regions Press, 2020. Cover art and interior illustrations by Zach McCain, info: darkregions.com.
Christmas Horror Volume 3 is here! The third installment of our popular Christmas Horror anthology line features stories by authors Richard Chizmar, Norman Partridge, Stephanie M. Wytovich, Jeff Strand, James Chambers, Lisa Morton, Richard Thomas, William Meikle, Jason V Brock, John Palisano and Simon Strantzas! Christmas Horror Volume 3 features original wraparound cover art by artist Zach McCain and as a very special exclusive the deluxe signed & numbered slipcased hardcover features a new color illustration by Zach McCain based on every story in the book for a total of 15 new color illustrations exclusively for the deluxe hardcover edition.
Contents: Making Merry by Simon Strantzas All I Want For Christmas is Your Two Front Teeth by Jeff Strand Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice by Stephanie M. Wytovich Christmas in July by John Palisano The Ever Green by James Chambers Welcome to the Party, Pal by William Meikle ChristMassacre™ : The Last Christmas by Jason V Brock Chrysalis by Richard Thomas The Best Cookie Dough Ever by Lisa Morton The Season of Giving by Richard Chizmar and Norman Partridge
Vastarien: A Literary Journal, Vol. 3, Issue 2, edited by Jon Padgett, Grimscribe Press, Fall 2020. Cover art and internal illustrations by Harry 0. Morris, info: vastarien-journal.com.
Vastarien: A Literary Journal is a source of critical study and creative response to the corpus of Thomas Ligotti as well as associated authors and ideas. The journal includes nonfiction, literary horror fiction, poetry, artwork and non-classifiable hybrid pieces. Double issue! Original cover art and 13 original, full color illustrations by living legend Harry 0. Morris. 25 works of fiction by Michael Griffin, Cody Goodfellow, LC von Hessen, Sarah L. Johnson, John Claude Smith, Casilda Ferrante, Lora Gray, Matthew M. Bartlett, and others! 2 Nonfiction articles by Alex Skopic and John Palisano. 9 poems by Sonya Taaffe, Rae White, Dimitry Blizniuk and others. All new recurring column by a special guest!
Contents: Vastarien Column: Tenebrous Ramblings – Romana Lockwood Year in White – Alex Jennings Heath Crawler – Sam Hicks Homeownership and You – Kurt Fawver Roscoe’s Malefic Delights – LC von Hessen Konrad – Rhonda Pressley Veit your AI girlfriend named “it” – Rae White I Wake Up and Remember Myself – Michael Griffin The Psychic Surgeon – Cody Goodfellow Stoneborn – Nina Shepardson Her Lullaby – Casilda Ferrante Gunfire and Brimstone – Alicia Hilton Win Big – Carson Winter [Applause] – Joshua Plack A Spectre Haunting Detroit: On Corporate Horror and Historical Materialism – Alex Skopic Theory of Forms – Sarah L. Johnson There’s Something Wrong with Henry – Eddie Generous Lessons in Etymology for the New Human – Korbin Jones Secret Voice of Fire – Casilda Ferrante Drinking from the Incantation Bowl – Sonya Taaffe You Are the Arm – J.A.W. McCarthy Music for a Peripheral Companion – Timothy G. Huguenin Deprimer – Mike Thorn APOCTATRYPTAMIN® – T. M. Morgan Brood Five – Lora Gray Hecatomb – Tiffany Morris Grooming my Grandfather – David Stevens Dear Will – Tim Major Death Doll – Roberta Gould Picturing Her Hands – Ivy Grimes The Hole in the Wall is Oblivion – John Claude Smith Phases of the Shadow – Jessica Ann York The Inexhaustible Rhyme of Nature – Dmitry Blizniuk Music for a Peripheral Companion – Timothy G. Huguenin Oh the Beautiful Stink – Matthew M. Bartlett On the Adaptation of “The Frolic” from Prose to Screen – John Palisano Dissolutions – Miguel Fliguer Advice I Wish I’d Been Given When I Was a 12-Year-Old Girl about to Watch The Exorcist for the First Time – Chelsea Davis Mount P – Denise Robbins
Say hello to the subject of one of my writing projects, Ezra. That’s gonna be one hell of a dark story, but I hope people can find some connection and catharsis in it once I get around to posting it.
Reblog if you click like, please! Do not use my art without permission.
[ID: A chest-up drawing of an original character, Ezra Day. Ezra is a brown skinned native man with shoulder length hair, partially pulled up into a bun at the back of his head. He is wearing a loose grey tank top, and bandages wrapped loosely around his neck. He is looking off to the side, and has dark bags under his eyes. He looks upset, bordering on distressed, and is standing in front of a large glass window, behing which a blurry cityscape can be seen. The lighting comes from behind him, casting most of his front in shadow. End ID.]
Gorgeous, amazing, brilliant, incredible Steddyhands Pet fic by @hiphopanonymousao3 has came to its logical conclusion! If you waited for it to be complete, here it is!
Here’s your next writing prompt! My mind tends to go darker towards these things… This one reminds me of Megan Abbott’s DARE ME-fun/carefree, beautiful, popular girls whose games get edgier & more dangerous… (Hit me up for a discount if this is something similar to what you’re writing!)
