She walked through the landscape of terror. Nightmarish visions flashed around her head, inside her mind, through her heart. Tearing her, pulling her. Destroying her. Horrible creatures of suffering and pain. They weren’t the scary part.
It was the books…
My stories usually starts out with a plot idea. Sometimes just in my head, watching a movie, talking to friends or just walking down the road, but maybe more often sitting down writing anything that comes to my head until something interesting arrives. Other stories take shape writing about a character until something happens.
Sometimes I make a sketch first, but I’m usually more satisfied with the stories based on a written idea, or an idea process of…
I was going to reblog a story today, but the reblog button doesn’t seem to work anywhere, so instead I’ll … More
Lemuel woke up by the sun burning his skin. Slowly his eyes were adapting to the bright light. He wanted … More
First part here. It turned out to be señoritos, rich land owners, who had killed them. They stopped by later … More
I used to hitchhike a lot. It’s a wonderful way of travelling. You meet new people all the time, you … More