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“I don’t like your peaches They are full of stones I like bananas Because they have no bones” I seem to have developed an unhealthy fascination with Jack Walten. His pictures have such an uncanny valley feeling to them; his smile is just a tad too wide, his neck is too short, his eyes are too empty, etc… Overall, the art in TWF is fucking horrifying and I love it (but those Godforsaken screams are going to haunt my nightmares for the next two weeks holy shit).
This short story is hilarious to me. I cant even call it horror.
Wife: "How did you get there?!"
Husband: "It's a long story." (Explanation stops there).
Wife: "Let's get you out of there and save your life!"
Husband: "And ruin our new house? Just let me die."
Wife: "Okay." *Just...leaves his body there*
The End.
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A Nightmare for a Knight of Dreams
For a while, Tiger's Eye had had a dream that most likely reflected the transitions he was going through in his life. It was cryptic, but nothing that disturbed him like the dream he had last night...
He was in an alley. Tiger's Eye was gazing up at a faceless person who was sitting on top of him. He couldn't move, nor could he actually see it was himself that was being sat upon; it was from a first person's view. A smile full of sharp teeth slowly appeared onto the faceless person, it growing until the edges curled up. It wasn't natural. Tiger's Eye felt his heart begin to race. Suddenly, it reached down to grab his chest, and with that, it had ripped out something long and red. It snapped against its hand, blood dripping. Tiger's Eye hadn't felt any pain, but the fear itself was enough to hurt him. Tiger's Eye cried out, but then it continued to frantically pluck out bleeding parts of him. Tiger's Eye screamed, begging it to stop, but it would not stop. Tiger's Eye wondered if a Dirae had found a way to attack an Oneiroi in their sleep. Suddenly, the faceless person stopped and he wrapped his bloody fingers around its own neck. It began to strangle itself. Tiger's Eye watched in horror as its finger tips began to press into its neck. Suddenly, the head came flying off, a geyser of blood bursting from its neck and splashing onto him. Tiger's Eye could hear his own quick, horrified breaths.
The dream ended suddenly.
