Portrait of the Autist
When he felt the mask crack, the mould shift, he also felt the whirlpool leak. it seeped from his eyes, his nose, his mouth and ears. like ichor, it burned him, and aided the mask's crumble.
All in one Furniture
His instant mold prison had brought him to another room filled with books, lit by floating candles that refused to melt.
All In One Furniture (Commission)
His instant mold prison had brought him to another room filled with books, lit by floating candles that refused to melt.
Kleine Freude
He watched as she was locked into a circular mould that captured her at the wrists and ankles, holding her spread eagled. the mould was placed on a press of some kind and a scoop of the stuff the cowgirl was covered in was placed on top of her.
Why I haven't uploaded in ages 1-1
The walls feel damp and there is a smell of mould in the air. as your eyes begin to adjust you notice a door at the other end of the room. there is a small stagnant puddle on the floor.
The Machine
The mold presses down, it forms small metal chunks, which the hammers pound flat, they keep swinging, down, down, down.
Scarred Love
Ago, pieces started to fall away onto the damp grass as i ran my thin pale, bloodied, fingers across the surface, i stood up and walked steadily to the door of my cabin, it was old and worn, the roof leaked in several places, causing the wooden floor to mold
The hack: Chapter 3 (Aron)
The mold has finished printing with all four of us taking some putty and pressing it on the mould trent said that this would have approximately five uses before it deforms too much.
Of latex and Love-dolls
Before long he felt a pinch between his legs and in his mouth, he felt intense warmth there before the mold separated.
An Unsought Treasure - Part 1
Along much of the bare wall-space, the mould that he had smelt before could be seen, spreading unhampered towards the ceiling.
The Hands Off Approach
The molding up near the ceiling would give the tall dinosaur something to grip on.
Poems for Joseph Jackal
Cinquain form when you flatten, you're like a boss or when you mold someone into something more i take pleasure as i spy though you can be scary, i want to cry but i won't, lest i be a mat upon your floor an attempt at a sonnet when you