no. 866: note

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Of beautiful evil,
And cruel intentions
Behind her unflinching gaze.
Of crimson lips
And body of fire,
She waits in the midnight forest.
Do you want to taste
Her gorgeous poison?
It will be the last thing you do.



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1

Come to me
At the edge of night

Where shadows
Become voyeurs

Witnessing our
Screams & howls

Aroma of blood piercing
Arouses heady intoxication

That first
Had me craving for your depravity

More
&
More

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With a whisper in your nightmare, the hounds begin the chase. In anthropomorphic witchery I ride with the Hunt. Skin shredding to bone, I take my beastly form. This night I will convoke the spoken secrets of your soul



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The house lies in a state of ruin, untouched by the community around it. The family that lived there were brutally murdered, and in the basement a grisly sight of blood and gore filled the room... Everyone says evil lives in that house, and evil does

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Three astronomers have gone missing after attempting to view the center of the universe. They hypothesized that whatever created our universe would still be there, spreading in all directions… until everything is consumed so the cycle can start anew

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The tall, dolmen-clad figure with indistiguishable face was a prelevant fantastic motif in the paintings of XX-century surrealist, Claude Bouregresse.

What's odd, the entity also appeares in one of his seemingly-undoctored photographs.

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Joy woke up to sound of scratching. Her own fingernails bore deep into her chest, leaving deep trails of torn skin and gushing blood.

She didn't feel her hands move. She didn't feel any pain. All she felt was the itch. Scratching felt good.

She smiled.

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Monochromatic memories
Of devilish dress.
Bright red, Plunging
Cape billowed on a
Still, silent night.
"Just a little bite,"
She'd said.


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He rushed his horse, burning with desire, thinking about her tender lips, thirsty for his kiss.
She was waiting for him, under the willow by the pond, her eyes gleaming with moonlight. She desired him, too. She was thirsty. But her tender lips were gone.

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At the end of the hallway digestion becomes the least of their worries. Eat your way through 7 buffets, the initiation challenge had read. Text books lightly sautéed progressing to pickled intestines had not prepared them for roasted professor.

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There are moments in life
when you realize
you’re in a horror movie
and you must choose wise

Fight
or
Let it go
or lie in wait
Act
or plot
schemes

Win lose or draw
Eyeing death’s maw
Hoping to survive
terrors you

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"I

"Now Doctor, you know they're back in vogue for keeping up blood flow in reattachments.
Why so squeamish?"

"You don't understand!
They're huge, monstrous pets. That patient was drained before my very eyes.
Worse.
He knows I



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Putrid projectiles hit everywhere—ricochet—as if fired by a see-saw soldier. Pestilence is a rider deranged; mind as diseased as the rest of his corporeal host. It's horseman roulette what sticks and what misses, but we're all plague bearers now.

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Porous was the pillar
of my supposed virtue.
As the drugs kicked in,
fiery sin, it wrecked the bed.
I looked at her .. Demonic!
Lustily chthonic!
“Again?“ I sighed.
“Another ride!” she hissed.
O my succubus, mount me!
My wild, hot wave of wicked glee.

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harvesting virtues
sharpen the edge of the scythe
bring in the sheaves

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The wine tasted off
in it caused a cough
And I became moth


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She's tired of winter
The lake is frozen
The silence is deep
But the fire will come again
Over midsummer mountain
The curse will be broken
And the maiden's monster
Will rise from his eternal sleep


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no. 453: insatiable

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