Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
-Welcome, stranger… The giant snake said, hissing a long, threatening sound. -How can I help you?
-You can’t, Sir Rodrik shouted. -You’ll be dead before night falls.
The snake looked at him with curious eyes. The little night was armed with a sword, but didn’t seem like much.
-Others have tried before you, little knight, she hissed with venomous friendliness -I’ll be happy to accompany you in your little quest for fortune.
Sir Rodrik forced his horse forward, as it nervously struggled…
He got into a hotel. ran up the stairs. He fought his way past screaming guests and staff, climbed the fence to get further.
The dust got thicker. People more scarce. A piccolo coughing in a corner. A cleaner crying, praying.
He covered his mouth with his shirt, his lungs could hardly breath. Some shadows running by, screaming, coughing. Falling bricks and blocks crushing their way towards the ground.
Somewhere above daylight pierced through the concrete fog surrounding him.
Above him floated a monster, a ghostlike female of destruction. She stared into nothing, beyond it all, as if she was longing, searching for something that wasn’t there.
A creature towered up in front of her. Its eyes stared down at her with the emptiness of a worm, only existing to devour and reproduce. The fangs of a snake, loaded with poison.
She grabbed a stick on the ground. The monster lifted its head to strike. There was nowhere to run.
So she charged.
She reached the soft body in two steps. Ran up its neck. It struck towards her. She jumped to avoid the poisonous fangs, into the hideous mouth.
It closed around her, sucking her in. Crushing her. No air… (more)
He floated through fire and ice, through pleasure and pain. There were gods. Monsters. Nothing like what he had expected.
He saw something, far ahead in the cosmic mist. Something caught his attention.
He floated closer, wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Light became beauty. Numbness became lust. He saw her now. The image of what he had longed for all his life, now in front of him in death. He wanted her. Needed her.
Closer.
Closer.
She towered above him. Close. Too close… (more)
The cave was tall and dark, and he was waiting for some sign of life. There was nothing. After a while he said a loud “hello”.
There was no answer. Hello, he said again. Do have any food to spare?
“We don’t give at the doorsssssss” He heard from the darkness.
“The liquid is more toxic than ever. There’s hardly life left. No life , no food. I’m starving!”
“Go away….”
Thung too a deep breath. “Come out, or I’m coming in.”
“Hissssssss…”
He wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of fear or laughter. His whip hand rolled out, and he took a step forward. Another. A third. He entered the cave.
“Hisssssss….” He heard it closer… (more)
Trapped in shadows
Haunted by wilt
He whispers in vain
a scream
Horrors of the future
Fears of what’s done
Judgements
of the unknown
Longing for truce
nowhere to hide
The sinister wraiths
they are him
This illustration is based on a pencil sketch I made as far back as…
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