Interview with Cerberus
It was in a world below our world. A strong tide flowed through the underground caverns and out of sight. Standing on one shore didn't provide any vista of the other side of that river. The water ran different than usual one. It was darker, paler....
Ignorance is no excuse
It got out of hand. True, a little power seemed like fun some moments ago. But now Tom stood there, in the midst of night, around the corner of an nearby supermarket. A ghetto blaster played some beat while a group of youngsters cowered near the ground...
Lament of the Mentor
_Who seeks death, shall die._ _Who aspires to be a fool, shall become._ _Who ignores advice, shall have none._ _Who does not listen, will learn of nothing._
Zombie Shepherd
At the edge of a small forest, where the ground was covered with leaves of red and brown, the soil gave a dread sound. Building up to a pile the crumbling ground moved from below on top of the leaves and on its peak a frazzled figure rose from its...
Nicht Genug
Was andere leiden verstehe ich nicht Was mich leiden lässt erschuf allein ich Was immer ich ersuche ist nicht genug Was auch immer ich je versuchte war Selbstbetrug Ich bin der Herrscher meiner Leiden In Wahrheit ging es mir nie schlecht Ich...
Born of Shadow and Wonder
A legend of the wandering folk, a man known for his astonishing plays and intoxicating displays of images, brought forth by no more than his imagination and skills of illusionary magic. Known especially within the landscapes surrounding the great city...
Zombie Schäferhund
Am Rande eines kleinen Waldes, wo der Boden von roten und braunen Blätter bedeckt wurde, entsprang der Erde ein schauderhaftes Geräusch. Aus ihr erhob sich ein Hügel, der die Blätter unter sich begrub und vom Gipfel entstieg eine zerzauste Gestalt...
I'm back with "got to kill"
"I've got to kill.... I've got to kill.... I've got to kill...." That's the only thought Max could gather for a couple of hours now. Lonely and with little more than scraps of his ruined suit he was wandering through the dark forest for hours,...
Herz im Kerker
Eine alte Tür, von der bereits der Lack und das Holz absplitterten, wurde mit leisem Knarzen der Scharniere geöffnet. Vor ihr ging eine schmale Treppe aus grauem Beton in das Dunkel eines Kellers hinab. Vor ihr stand ein Schäferhund, der mit einer...