Sweat ran off his body in sheets of liquid ice. He tossed, muttered a low groan.
Harmony, Trust, Respect Without it, life is just another ugly bitch And then you die Of shadows in his dreams to match
A nightmare life
The Folded Books of the First Mother:
I saw the adversary cast from the Aka:Adohi:yi, the Forest of the Sun, falling as like a star to this yi, the earth.
Hear me, my Children. Above all spirits, beware the Asgina:Buu, the Rabbit, the Rattlesnake, for they are evil, seeking your destruction. Buu, the Owl, is master of murder, feeding on humanity. Rabbit is the lord of disunity and perversions. Rattlesnake is the god of cowards and deceit. Of these three, you must beware Owl, for most of all he craves the destruction your happiness and love.
Rusting springs creaked, groaned. Benny tossed on a sagging Army surplus cot. Tangled, sweaty sheets wrapped around his body. In the bone deep chill of the loft bedroom, he wrapped trembling arms around a shivering, quaking body. Breath choked in his throat. On silent wings Death twisted out of the night to wrench him away.
A scream tore from Benny's throat. He bolted off of the cot to stand before a panel of cracked oak.
"What the freek?"
Confused, Benny looked down. Faded and milky, a glass knob lay under his hand. Of its own accord, the door groaned, opening. He blinked. A dark hole, the doorway cast out all light, all hope. Something cold drew him, something disdainful of anything living and mortal.
Seated at a card table was a tall, gangly skeleton. With the noise of damp chalk grating on chalk, the skull turned to Benny. It nodded. A bony hand raised to gesture for him to enter. Benny spotted the color of rust. A knife, the tip broken off in greenish, yellowed bone. There, where a heart once beat. If the thing ever had a heart, something Benny doubted with all his being.
Harmony, Trust, Respect Without it, life is just another ugly bitch And then you die Of shadows in his dreams to match
A nightmare life
The Folded Books of the First Mother:
I saw the adversary cast from the Aka:Adohi:yi, the Forest of the Sun, falling as like a star to this yi, the earth.
Hear me, my Children. Above all spirits, beware the Asgina:Buu, the Rabbit, the Rattlesnake, for they are evil, seeking your destruction. Buu, the Owl, is master of murder, feeding on humanity. Rabbit is the lord of disunity and perversions. Rattlesnake is the god of cowards and deceit. Of these three, you must beware Owl, for most of all he craves the destruction your happiness and love.
Rusting springs creaked, groaned. Benny tossed on a sagging Army surplus cot. Tangled, sweaty sheets wrapped around his body. In the bone deep chill of the loft bedroom, he wrapped trembling arms around a shivering, quaking body. Breath choked in his throat. On silent wings Death twisted out of the night to wrench him away.
A scream tore from Benny's throat. He bolted off of the cot to stand before a panel of cracked oak.
"What the freek?"
Confused, Benny looked down. Faded and milky, a glass knob lay under his hand. Of its own accord, the door groaned, opening. He blinked. A dark hole, the doorway cast out all light, all hope. Something cold drew him, something disdainful of anything living and mortal.
Seated at a card table was a tall, gangly skeleton. With the noise of damp chalk grating on chalk, the skull turned to Benny. It nodded. A bony hand raised to gesture for him to enter. Benny spotted the color of rust. A knife, the tip broken off in greenish, yellowed bone. There, where a heart once beat. If the thing ever had a heart, something Benny doubted with all his being.