#retorwich

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Small flakes of skin

Reminders of a you that you no longer are, the you that you are, and a you that you'll never be. So many branches, and you'll only ever get to see one. A shame, a heart stoppingly chilling shame you'll miss so many experiences and a reassuring hug that you'd never experience this if you'd gone along the other branch.

Also a good snack for more carnivorous familiars

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A gift. A glimpse into the town of Retorwich, a world much like this blog.

This is the first piece of writing I’ve ever shared publicly

          More than a dozen eyes, all unevenly spaced with no clear pattern to them. Glossy and black like an eight-ball sinking a hole in slow motion. Arms longer than the length of the body, with the appearance of rotted sticks. All four of the spindly arms pulled a human torso with the legs of a black sheep up a lamp post. A single hand squeezed the burning hot bulb until it shattered leaving claim of the area to the dark void. A head like a seal with the ears of a bat let a single shout pierce the air as its hand bled.           “Gotcha now fucker.” A single small fire burst into existence. There was only darkness for a long stretch of road save for this single defiant flame. It illuminated little save for the silhouette of four constantly shifting arms and the face of a seemingly young man.           The hands reached instinctively towards the light as the man dropped it to reveal a ring of gasoline around him, igniting it instantly. Two of the creature’s hands pulled back but the other two became paralyzed in stupidity and charred and writhing appendages fall on the ground.           The seemingly young man took a step back, his face visibly peeling. Small flakes of skin, reminders of a you that no longer is, the you that you are, and the you that you’ll never be. So many branches, and you’ll only get to see one. A shame, a heart stopping, chilling, shame you’ll miss so many experiences and a barely reassuring hug that you’d never experience this if you’d gone along that other branch.           The man turned to a second figure illuminated by the now raging ring of fire, a teenage Asian girl, and nodded. She smiled and spun a wooden baseball in her hand. The baseball bat was clearly made of nigh ancient wood and covered in glowing runes of all colors. A small strip of barbed wire was near the tip. She stopped spinning it and pointed at the beast. Fire came out like a shotgun and the creature fell to the ground screaming a shrill scream that quickly died out as it burned like paper and its ashes filled the air.           The girl spun the tip of the bat to her lips and blew the smoke from the tip. The entire fire went out. The seemingly young man was now seemingly nonexistent as without light and him not making any sound there was no proof he had or would ever exist outside of the girl’s thoughts. A hand fell on the girl’s shoulder, his existence once again asserted in her reality.           “You’re lucky I can see in the dark, you’d never find your way home without me now.”           A small flame lit above her finger and slowly moved it towards his face with a smile. “I can see just fine too.”           “Ha ha, you’ve made your point. If you can see so well why don’t you lead the way home.”           “Well, I would. But I don’t know the way.”           “You’ve lived in this relatively small town all your life and you still don’t know how to get home? Fine, I’ll lead the way. We’re at the road that leads in and out of town so all we’ve got to do is go down the hill and there’ll be the lights of the town to guide us.”           The seemingly young man led the girl down the steep hill that’d claimed many a careless driver as they came into town. As he did so the town came into view. A small town in a valley, with a long coastline, and surrounded by a large forest. On the right hill bordering the town was a large lighthouse and a dead tree. Under the other hill was a large cove.           The two stood there for a moment overlooking everything. Next to them was a wooden blue sign that read,” Welcome to Retorwich! Enjoy your stay.” The man remembered summer days as a boy spent with his father leaning against that sign under the clear sky and just taking everything in or reading a book. His father had spent much of his time reading.           “Don’t get a view like this often. Makes it all feel so small, so far away.” As he said this a car drove past with a Minnesota license plate.           The girl responded,” Nowhere is far away anymore. Not anymore. You’d think a vampire, even a young one, would realize that.”           “Way to make a strong comment on society. Now let’s head home.”

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The stars are particularly bright this morning

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Looking to take a vacation soon?

Well as we all know the world is fucking terrifying place with death around every corner and stress creeping in the corners like ants on a lunch made by a loving mother that a child never got to eat, so why not go somewhere and numb the pain for a while. Why not Retorwich? Our mortality rate when it comes to the things creeping in the forest is the lowest out of a few random cities we’ve heard of in passing.

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Look at you with your tiny little baby cult. Come sacrifice in the name of Rxiv'alo'quavk the all denier if you want to see what a real cult is.

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The suns wrath can burn a city down.

The wrath of the moon is much, much worse.

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We all have skeletons in our closet

Mostly because we keep buying them at Ron Barris's occult shop. Are they real? Where did he get them? Where does he get any of the stuff in his shop?

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Sirens are really gay today, like, wow, I'm not even sure how one can be gayer than just gay but they are sure doing it.

Also if your a woman you should 100% avoid the beach today