Saturday, August 30, 2014

Post Mortem: As Above, So Below

     This is a strange twist from the standard film industry when it comes to found film footage, in that nobody finds this footage. The people actually survive and get to tell their tale. Of course there are a few deaths along the way, which is what makes horror movies stand out, but you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Now this review will contain some spoilers, so stop reading from here if you don't want it ruined.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Sandra Costello and the Spirit King, Chapter Two

The bustling, narrow streets of Albuan were shaded by the enormous walls that encircled the inner ring of the city known as the Marketplace, where all the shops and taverns rested for the weary traveler to partake in. Merchants took to empty stalls lining the streets, hawking their wares to any who passed by while knights and squires, the royalty’s police, marched up and down the lanes, keeping a careful eye out for any sign of trouble. Sandra nodded to them, her robe proudly displaying her master’s crest upon it, marking her as a member of the Wizard’s Circle. She waved to a woman in a pink dress selling flowers, stopping to buy one for Chiyue to eat, before ending her chilly trek across the Marketplace at the doorsteps of “The Inner Eye Emporium”, her master’s shop for any seeking magical solvents.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Update to the Site

     Sorry for the lack of updates, just getting back to my normal job has been harder than I thought it would be. Anyway, for the while I am running a little low on horror, and have been seeing fantasy prompts in many locations. So I figured, why not try some fantasy out? I know it might not be your cup of tea, but I plan on some deep seated horror tropes to be seen in the story, so give it a try.
     For the rest of my works, I am slowly getting new parts out for all of them. Thank you for continuing to support my work.

Sandra Costello and the Spirit King, Chapter One

Sandra blearily opened her eyes, staring up at the raining dust from the wooden boards of the stairs she slept under, her masters cane tapping causing a horrid echo that only seemed to intensify her headache.