James J Dye
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The Crystal Book
Perceval and Jax stalk through the woods in search of fabled adventure, following a path carved out by desire. The fat one walks gracefully, whereas the tall one walks with a casual demeanor, occasionally going out of his way to squash something just to hear it squish. “The Old Ogre lives in these woods,” Jax tells his younger brother. It's where he goes hunting. If you see them, flee as quickly as possible, because if he catches you, he'll eat you alive in sticky bird-lime.” Perceval, a pudgy 7-year-old ogre with rosy-red and freckled cheeks, follows his skinnier and taller brother, his three-years-older-than-him, three-foot-taller-than-him, twin, through tree cover over wet grass in search of something stomped on previously, much like the poor flowers crushed by wandering monsters looking for the treasure of nature or other children escaping a monster corrupted world.
By James J Dye5 years ago in Horror
Witches Scarier
On top of a hill, a thatched cottage sits alone. A town can be seen to the northeast on the other side of a frozen peat bog far below. When the sun is at the right angle, a darkened image of the town reflects back from the bog from up here. On this particular day, that angle is at exactly 4 o'clock. The most prominent feature is a church steeple that protrudes ominously from the town's center on the ice. The horizon is obscured in every other direction by a dense forest, which is covered in snow so thick that the trees resemble the arctic pyramids of antediluvian gods.
By James J Dye5 years ago in Horror
