Cooper Piercy
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Writer and lover of horror, because if storytelling is the most human activity, why not tell stories that inspire the oldest, most powerful human emotion?
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Satan yawned and Beezlebub stretched lazily. Vlad the Impaler nervously laughed to break the silence, and all of medieval Europe’s executioners looked at each other in apathetic confusion. With enough time and enough damned, unfortunate souls, all the great torturers of the world had grown bored, all possible avenues of terror had been traversed, and every liter of anguish had been juiced from humanity.
By Cooper Piercy3 years ago in Horror
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Birth is beautiful, so long as whatever is brought into being isn’t biological, so long as it isn’t alive in a way we can understand: so long as it’s an island. To see the vast inorganic organs of the ocean floor churn, push, constrict, and squeeze, or to feel them as the Earth itself rattles and roars in tune with the underwater rock’s contractions; that sensation brings me life. I don’t explain it like this to people often, however. I usually just say I like geology, I usually just say the shifting of tectonic plates is fascinating, I usually just say that the fact that islands can just be pushed up from the sea feels like fantasy. However nothing has been usual, much less explainable, about the last few days of my life.
By Cooper Piercy3 years ago in Horror
