Leon Warczak
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Dreamer of Dreams
Teller of Tales
IG: @LeonWarczak
Stories (20)
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Make It Make Sense
Verse I: Mumbo Jumbo "Please, sit and make yourself comfortable, as the reading will commence shortly." Two seats faced each other with a table in between, covered by a silky purple cloth pulled taut to remove any creases. Only an enchanted looking deck of cards sat on top of it, placed neatly beside a jeweled box where they probably came from.
By Leon Warczak 9 months ago in Horror
There Can Only Be One True Ruler
Verse I: Introductions Atop an infamous place called 'The Mountain of Wrath,' three of the most powerful beings in Demon World gathered together for the first time in thousands & thousands of years, each seeking to eliminate the others, thus becoming sole ruler, defeating the lone few capable of challenging their claim to absolute power.
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Fiction
I Will Never Be A Memory
Part I Swallowed by the belly of the beast, Jinn disappeared through the doorway portal and into total darkness. The ethereal black of an infinite abyss. After taking seven steps forward he paused, considering whether or not to look back.
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Fiction
The Masks of Death
Verse I The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. This should've been the kind of oddity to frighten me. To cause instinctive recoil, my brain signaling to get away. To get far, far away and never look back. Instead, I felt quite curious. In response to the potentially dangerous stimuli all my senses were heightened. Fully aware, I focused on my breathing and continued to stare ahead, puzzled.
By Leon Warczak 3 years ago in Fiction
Monster Here. Monster There.
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky." The Prisoner's eyes slowly fluttered open. One moment he was lost, far-gone into some forsaken dreamland. The very next he could hear someone talking a few feet in front of him, followed by the rattling of metal bars. As for who these words were directed at, or even what they were, he had no idea. It took a few seconds to shake off that post sleep grogginess.
By Leon Warczak 3 years ago in Fiction
A Forgotten Tale
Verse I If walls could talk… “You again. What do you want?" "Me again." Then silence. It takes two to tango, and the same goes for a conversation. Well, mostly. Kind of depends on whether or not a talking wall constitutes one of those two conditions. One living and breathing individual initiated a line of questioning once again followed by the wall issuing its distorted response accordingly.
By Leon Warczak 3 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Blood Isle
Yullie the Witch hovered high in the sky slightly below the lowest clouds. They were moving swiftly as some would combine while others would split, constantly forming different shapes. The totality of the small little world she found herself in all looked quite magnificent. A type of beauty and awe only Mother Nature was capable of creating. Right this second, Yullie couldn't care less.
By Leon Warczak 3 years ago in Fiction
