Friday Friday, killing everyone on Friday
Dear Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Whitechapel:
If you must insist on stabbing me in the frontal lobe without the benefit of time travel, visions, or bi-location, I’m afraid we must discontinue our relationship.
Yours sincerely,
~M
little black duck
Just this fox. I'm a writer of horror and dark fantasy. I totally don't brag about it. The latter statement is an utter lie.
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veach
Wow.
Harsh yet evocative. The scent is…? Incorrectly advertised …a corrupted, hideous, soulless core… Nope, that can’t be it.
little black duck
I wonder what I was thinking. Now, their Chapel scent is marvelous. It smells like mulled wine and an open vein, mixed with earth-sodden ashes.