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Chimerical Machinations 2Sorting It Out.Chimerical Machinations 2 in Fantasy
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I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.
I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfathers lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasnt there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, its weird, but I sniffed it
The Terrifying GorgerThe Terrifying Gorger in Short Stories
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Name: Gregor Samsa
Name: Gorger (Smith or Ex or whatever slap dash moniker lets him into large cities)
Age: Gregor is thirty, Gorger is technically twenty one years old, having been created fully formed when Gregor was nine.
Height: Gregor is 5'9'', Gorger is 6'2''
Weight: Gregor is a malnourished 110 lbs. Gorger lives up to his namesake, but prefers to gain density as opposed to visible mass. He is 200 pounds.
Background: Gregor had a German father and a Ukrainian mother. Gorger has no blood, and, by proxy, no DNA. Gregor was born in Alaska. Gorger was created in Gregor's head.
Gregor Samsa was an average, All American, Joe Everyman.
His hair was a dull brown bowl cut, flecked with gray. His eye color was the reverse of this. His face was plain and unmarked. He was barely noticeable and instantly forgettable.
Most maniacs are stopped dead early on in their careers because they ring very deep alarm bells in the people they meet. The alarm bells state very clearl
Gorger Versus DamionThe cathedral. It was white on the outside, not that anybody ever lived long enough to see the outside. The inside was black and tainted, like a dead fruit, rotting on the vine. And like rotting fruit, this one would not be complete without maggots. The "maggots" scurried over the fruit's seven acres, standing up, sitting down, doing nothing.Gorger Versus Damion in Horror
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The Cathedral's expansive halls were haunted by cloaked creatures, about as tall as an average man, with warped faces and no sign of eyes. They had slightly reddish skin, and long, clawed fingers.
At the very center of the place was the worship area, which contained hundreds of rows of empty benches facing a massive pipe organ, and a huge golden door resting in the center of a wall with a massive, chained lock. There were also unholy scriptures written on a dull brown parchment sitting on top of a pedestal in the center of the room, illuminated by a single, blood-red ray of light, which shone from somewhere up in the invisible ceiling.
The place w
The NoiseThe young couple ran. They continued running until the dying screams of the rest of the caravan faded into the distance. They would have made it past the toll station to sweet freedom and peaceful sleep at night, they really would. If only
The Noise in Horror
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They continued running until they came to an abandoned mine. They stood at the threshold, unwilling to go in, mindful of the history surrounding the place. The stories of collapses and faults that, despite their adherence to facts and lack of legendary ghosts, still managed to do their part to keep away inquisitive minds.
The couple shivered in the freezing fog of morning until a noise from behind them caused them to start.
They ran into the mine without looking back.
The scruffy couple, dressed in rags and shawls and wool, became even scruffier and similar looking as they plunged deeper into the dusty, coal-blackened mine. Deeper and deeper they went, pausing less and less frequently to consider turning back. Always, such stops were interrupte