seen from United Kingdom
seen from Singapore
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Sweden
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Lithuania
seen from Australia
seen from Serbia
seen from China
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from Brazil
seen from Australia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Indonesia
seen from Spain
seen from France
An abandoned farmhouse on the high plains of Kansas with the Milky Way in the foreground at dusk. #abandoned #sdlifter #greatplains #farmhouse #stars #night #milkyway #dusk #rural #gorgeous #sky #black https://www.instagram.com/p/Bswt99Ul8o4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=43q12tbperw3
A swarm of crows at Cheyenne Bottoms in the wintertime. #sdlifter #killhollows #tokenoak #nature #crows #cheyennebottoms #winter #outside #foreboding #writersofinstagram #cold #greatplains #weather #swarm #flock #birds https://www.instagram.com/p/Bswr--cFQEl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=w9j7fxglla4d
“The pastor at Zion Lutheran that talked about the Hollows like it was hell on earth. His sermons were doom and gloom and filled with warnings. The Bible, to him, was little more than a warning label. He spared no one, not even the angels. Those winged deities could sin just like anyone else. He continually repeated a verse that said God did not spare angels when they sinned, instead he committed them to the chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment. The fallen angels of Token-Oak came—at least most of the time—from good homes and families that loved them. Only to walk the Hilltop and lose themselves. There was one immutable truth about the “Fallen” that not once was ever proven wrong: once a person walked into the Hollows, they never came back. Not the same, at least. Not once. And everybody in town knew it. That was why parents pulled their kids close when the Fallen walked into a Token-Oak store. That is why people, including Grandpa, only whispered secrets about the Hollows. Because they didn’t want to get involved. The Hollows was Token-Oak’s darkest secret that everyone could see when they looked northeast of town.” Kill Hollows, Chapter 8 #killhollows #sdlifter #tokenoak #dark #angel #fallenangel #writersofinstagram #writer #hell #sinner #fire #demon #addiction #darkness #blackness #evil #devil #ghost #death #darkthriller #night #flames https://www.instagram.com/p/BserVBtFazP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2f9q8m54oeqr
“The dark lines of the Hollows meandered to a rare bald spot on the tallest hill in the county. People called this bald spot the Hilltop. The Hilltop held a macabre lore that never lost its power to scare. Back in the day, it was rumored that Osage Indians used to come from all over America to die up there. They would sit Indian-style and pile fist-sized rocks in a ring around their legs and let the elements do the rest. They were sick or old or just too sad to live anymore. They would die out in the open, sitting upright enclosed by the rock circles. And the sun and the wind would dry their skin tight, and the skeleton would stay upright in that position for months. The Osage believed the Hilltop was a conduit to the dead. A rally point for the living to meet with deceased loved ones.” Kill Hollows, Chapter 2 #killhollows #sdlifter #tokenoak #indian #osage #heritage #chief #american #spiritualawakening #spirit #ghostdance #regal #hills #hilltop #headdress #tribe #nature #ghost #death #kindle #amazon #rustic https://www.instagram.com/p/BscEwPklY0e/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gqyur5xp1umx
Kill Hollows has sold over 200 copies in its first few weeks on Amazon! #killhollows #sdlifter #tokenoak #kindlepaperwhite #kindle #amazon #booksales #writersofinstagram #writer #deadoaks https://www.instagram.com/p/BscD0cyF4oG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1he6m5vtbu0cp
Winter time in Token-Oak. #tokenoak #sdlifter #killhollows #night #writersofinstagram #writer #dark #winter #ice #snow #moon #cold #street #moonlight https://www.instagram.com/p/Br9Fkwfl8c0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lh06imraayqk
Just then, a flaming bottle broke the front window of the Police Station and birthed a river of fire on the wall beside him. He grabbed the CB, “Betty, don’t come back here. The town is burning. There are fires everywhere.” The CB in his hand hissed loudly, a mess of static, gunshots, and a hundred whispering voices—a white noise followed by a strange silence, like a guitar amp turned all the way up. It was a magnetic void of sound. In the middle of that void, a deep and resonate voice cut through. “Kill them.” Jackson blinked as he looked at the CB, That’s not Betty. Not-Betty continued louder, “Cut the power, poison the water, light the gas, and burn the wood. Peel the skin from their faces when they run from their holes. The lucky ones will die clutching their chest.” Kill Hollows, Chapter 0 #killhollows #sdlifter #writersofinstagram #tokenoak #writersofinstagram #reading #burn #darkthriller #darkfiction #dark #apocalypse #endoftheworld #fire #death #collapse #terror #bibliophile #instagood #followme https://www.instagram.com/p/Br1W1B5FfYa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yk9d92fo9kia
A self-made rorshack in the winter woods. #killhollows #sdlifter #tokenoak #deadtree #fall #winter #rorschach #dark #instagood #followme #readnext #writersofinstagram #reader #nextread #darkthriller #bibliophile https://www.instagram.com/p/Br017pEF-uy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18wlbczam9vie
