The script was cursed from the start—touched by a hidden malignance. Plagued by voices and programmed by dark forces, he made decisions that weren't his own. Love spells, delusion spells, psychotic breaks... they were all part of the design. A pendulum swinging in the dark, hypnotizing him into submission. But there is an escape. He... Continue Reading →

The following is a piece of her, a remnant of what she felt inside. Dear diary, becoming was never an option I knew I'd take, yet here I am becoming. Becoming something- but what; what is this? Flesh. A body. Hands and legs. A torso and parts of me I couldn't feel before felt and... Continue Reading →

The High Priestess could bend the will of mortals. A proper sacrifice granted any request, and thus, my name was brought into her domain. Her imagination was boundless; she perceived every strength and fatal flaw, for Satan himself was her husband, and she, his bride. In the year 2025, she thrived in the sweltering grief... Continue Reading →

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ by Andy Christina Lopez-Villalobos 09/27/2025 11:40 AM I finally swam with those eyes I had been dreaming of all these years. I couldn't fathom the moment he looked deep into my soul—he didn't just look, he swam. He swam within the borders and boundaries of my trembling mind. He wouldn't... Continue Reading →