Blind to the Light_Late Innocence_Triskaidekaphobia_The Green Blood Moon
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Blind to the Light
The world had begun in light. Light was pure, light was good. Light was the savior of the universe. When the world was nothing, when it's people were blind, light emerged. That was the way the stories were told in Ezoris. Isa shut the door, turning the lock so that it clicked. She tried the handle, and only released her breath when it didn't budge. Night would fall soon, and when the darkness covered the world like a thick blanket, the night creatures would emerge. Big, horrible beasts, said to have three rows of teeth and claws like knives. They were dark like the night, perfect camouflage. ...
Late Innocence
"How dare they."The voice dragged out, drowning itself in the orchestra of the bush-crickets, which was pouring into the damp musty room through the cast-iron bars, high on thwww.onedoor.cce wall, hastily built with stone bricks, mossy or otherwise. He laid there. There on the cobblestone, in a puddle of his own blood and vomit, recollecting his memories. The ones which had become foggy after 3 days of constant whiplashes and starvation. His head whirred, drunk with fatigue as it constantly lingered near the edge of abyssal limbo, which he could fall any moment into. But each time he inched closer, he was p...
Triskaidekaphobia
Composer Arnold Schoenberg was infamously terrified of the number 13、 Born on September 13, 1874, he couldn’t escape the fear that the cursed number bookmarking his life would ultimately doom him. His fear is said to be the reason for the misspelling of one of his operas, Moses und Aron, because when correctly spelled, the title comprised 13 letters. The musician spent his life haunted by every possible variation of the evil integer: multiples, pidends, sums, differences. It followed him; a black cat lurking and weaving through his consciousness. But this was no irrational fear. Arnold Schoenb...
The Green Blood Moon
“Let me go!” shouted the man.“Don’t worry, we’re just trying to help you. We have been looking for you for the past thirty-two years.” Suddenly it all went black.It was around midnight in Manhattan, and the lights were shining bright and glimmering on the wet pavement as traffic finally started to die down for the evening. Jack Harding was walking in and out of shops and restaurants that looked interesting. He walked out of a fancy sneaker store, and a group of people in black clothing held a cloth with toxic poison in his mouth, making him fall asleep, and carried him out into an alleyway to...