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This, I propose to you,A love story, not simply of the other,But also simply of you, too.So listen to my tale of monster;For to love another, you need to love yourself.And to love yourself, you need to know yourself. Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,Lonely as a wandering spirit.Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,Forgotten as an old candle lit;Never did they know fate would strike.Always did they think they would never like. In a foggy cemetery,A single mourning spirit waited in tearObserving the scenery.The cold cold scenery of fear;How long had it already been?How much time had it…

i woke up in the sand and saw the burning hillsof burial mounds, smell of children's hair in flamesover the sunken horizon i stood here in the ashes of broken cavitiesalmost beaming too hollowto needto be call greedy for crumbs crumbs of twisted liesa feast with hidden razors to sharpen my tongue,  dried saliva hanging doe eyes ignite, sparkle dot inside a dead tunnel  as i hold a never-ending grieving heartpounding like mother beside my eardrumsignoring the spirals from all the forever blind eyes

i'm being devoured by every memory i've ever hadlike Alice in Wonderland drowning the room out.a strange stillness. if you incline your ear toward me,you could hear the tranquillity of the flow.colours fading into waves,iridescent blue snapsuntil saltwater anesthetizes my lungs. i effortlessly swallow myself down.only eyes talkingit's silence. (they whisper too softly for anyone to hear)

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…

Scary Things, like they imply, are fucking (very, for those who don’t like swearing) terrifying. Recently, I’ve realized that I have done and I have been doing some Scary Things. With that realization came the next one: that Scary Things aren’t that scary, in reality. Now maybe it’s time for me to precise what I mean by “Scary Things”. It’s an action or an event that seems huge, is very much stress inducing, and that you need or want to do/actively participate in. And, for me, you can put scary things into two categories: the Scary Adult Things and the…

The sands where a desert once lay,Now gone, soil and mud in its way. The desert the siren went, he who brought rain,Protect and aid he did, but never could he reign. From olden lands, now forgotten and deadThis man came, alongside his old friendProtectors of that land they were, now those of new,To live anew, leaving old fates behind, he withdrew. Oh but follow the anarchist, those old fates do,Perhaps as blessing or curse, the man knew not,Eldritch of old give him powers, lest he forgotWhat They could turn him into. And yet he ran, leaving friend and foe behind.Wings,…

Contrary to popular belief, improvisation wasn't created in 1977 by the “Ligue nationale d’improvisation” (LNI). In fact, this form of theatre has existed for so many years that it's impossible to pinpoint its exact origin. We can see it present at various points in history, all over the world. The LNI is considered the mother of all leagues, at least in Quebec. It was the first, and its impact was so significant that public interest and demand led to the creation of numerous leagues throughout the province. Even though the true origins of this art form are practically untraceable, its…

You do not have to believe anything that I am going to say. Even I do not believe in this story; and I have witnessed it with my own eyes! I do not intend to tell you this story to convince you that ghosts exist or anything of the sort; I only wish to recount in the most precise way possible that lonely night of June which I and my best friend will always remember. I do not remember exactly why I bought that OUIJA board in the first place. I only know that, after a random day of winter…

Spoilers ahead ₊✩‧₊˚꩜｡˚₊✩‧₊ We all know Coraline. This unique stop-motion movie that may have traumatised kids or have sparkled in them a far new fascination for horror that grew with them years later. I was the latter one of course. Because of its unique whimsical yet dark universe, that movie would forever have a special place in my heart and my every year halloween comfort movie.   I'll be diving into what makes the movies so loving.  Rewatching it each time hit harder, the storytelling and the visuals are so on point, blending perfectly the beauty with horror really making it…

Have you ever read the long series of poems that consists of Dante’s Inferno and thought, “Wow, I wish this was a video game? Or have you ever played Doom and wished that it could be ten times more difficult and twice as fast-paced? Well, believe it or not, there is in fact a video game that matches both of these criterias. ULTRAKILL is a very fast-paced first-person shooter with graphics inspired by games from the 1990s like Half-Life 1 or the very first Resident Evil, you recognize the type. The style is intentional, however, as the game released its…