You are so unbelievably talented. Thank you for sharing. I think you don’t write at all, I think your fingers dance the waltz- the salsa- sometimes the electric slide, and you allow it.
You have the knack for creative tales but not horror in particular but specifically short stories and now don't wonder why your hands or brain wasn't detached from your limbs and your inner scalp, ha, ha, ha!
This is true “When I was a baby, though, my mum left me in the crib and I hopped out crawled to the kitchen and upon the cabinet, pulled the drawn out from the counter clutched the butter knive returned to the crib and commenced to unscrew all the screws from the crib and begin scrawled up and down my mother's drapes with knife until they were shreds. That is my real-time story tale.
Mum return and it was so that unbelievable she didn't cut my hand off my limbs.
What do you think I am a baby mechanic or a writer?
The last lines repetition reminded me of "My Life With the Thrill Kill Cult" and so then I got a vibe like you were sprawled across wet pavement in the dark making this horror story up and that's a vibe. Excellent work.
BRB TATTOOING THIS ON THE WALLS INSIDE MY BRAIN
haha, I'll wait!
You are so unbelievably talented. Thank you for sharing. I think you don’t write at all, I think your fingers dance the waltz- the salsa- sometimes the electric slide, and you allow it.
thank you so much Joy, your words mean so so much. muah!
You have the knack for creative tales but not horror in particular but specifically short stories and now don't wonder why your hands or brain wasn't detached from your limbs and your inner scalp, ha, ha, ha!
This is true “When I was a baby, though, my mum left me in the crib and I hopped out crawled to the kitchen and upon the cabinet, pulled the drawn out from the counter clutched the butter knive returned to the crib and commenced to unscrew all the screws from the crib and begin scrawled up and down my mother's drapes with knife until they were shreds. That is my real-time story tale.
Mum return and it was so that unbelievable she didn't cut my hand off my limbs.
What do you think I am a baby mechanic or a writer?
i'm pretty sure you're both Preston haha
you are tapped mate. in the most divine way. even if it hurts.
This is beautiful.
You creative genuis this is beautiful as always I have to sit down to read everything you write
Might read this every day for the rest of my life
Your work never ceases to amaze me. You have such a gift. 🤍🫶
Sensational, visceral, heartfelt writing, Kaothar.
The last lines repetition reminded me of "My Life With the Thrill Kill Cult" and so then I got a vibe like you were sprawled across wet pavement in the dark making this horror story up and that's a vibe. Excellent work.
thank you thank you Delise!
fucking hell how do you do this!!