Star Wars VIII: Shadows of the Past (4)
"poe's data suggests that we have less than 3 hours before the first wave."
Vincent's Growth
'ancho chi-poe-tle ranch' dipping sauce for your crust dipping needs.
Practice in Four Parts
That feels so long ago, back when i worshipped poe; i loved his eye for dread, and every little thing he said. i am stretched far too thin, to think of way back when; but here i am thinking still, where my might becomes my will.
Soul Force
#4 of abstract my style of poetry is very dark, but also like a combination of poe/gluck/nabokov. this poem was inspired by the emotional events i had this year.
Roto Fortuna: Children of the Fallen
poe said. okay. i replied. i was actually quite surprised that i had my free pick of the place.
Monster Veil
Lovecraft and edgar allan poe; i love making use of rarely used and/or outright archaic words to describe things, which may require the brief use of a websters dictionary.
Cultist Brood: Chapter 1
I thought the poes were supposed to be watching our gates while we slept?" "the poes are a mysterious being; their reasons for not responding immediately have me wondering as well.
Mouthpiece Massacre at the Cemetery
Just a poe-esque short story that i wrote for some friends last month. figured i'd upload it here. this is my first story, so comment freely. mouthpiece massacre at the cemetery i pen this story not as a fantasy, although it may seem that way.
One Hell of a Night - Chapter 4
This is a first edition edgar allen poe." "oh? you're into horror?" "i _love_ horror. poe's my favourite, right after stephen king. but... where did you get this?" "it was a present, from my father. given to him by his father, and so on."
The Cask of Armadillo
Most paragraphs borrow their first line (at least) in some way from poe's work, each one a tribute to his work and skill of the pen. this yiffy version, however, was formulated by my dirty mind. dear mr.
Taps
#2 of short stories a super short story x3 i just wrote it before going to bed i gotta stop reading edgar allen poe before going to sleep, i think it kills my mind xd taps i remember how night after night i would turn restlessly, every night my clock
Angels in Mind
Angels in mind/ poe a woman, five months pregnant, sat alone with her first child sleeping quietly. a tear slid from her eye dropping on to the blanket that covered her child.