Entrails Stories

My poems

two silly guys meet and uhm there's gore too

What happens to the consciousness once the virus takes over? What happens to the humanity? Maybe no one will ever know. Maybe no one will ever find out.

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Basically a vent to all of my emotions, in poetry/story form. Enjoy!

A collection of creepy, gruesome, and completely wicked stories put together by three very messed up friends. The majority will be one shots, but there may end up being some stories with multiple parts. Crimson Scarlet Cerise

'The only fact of life has to be to stay alive. Not being caught is the only trap.' Since she was born, Osmanthus thought she was strange, her parents disowned her at a young age for reasons she wasn't sure of. But now without any place to go at the end of the road, her only worry is staying alive and not being eaten internally by the wild being inside of her.

Not very interesting but if you want to read it be my guest. This is only public because if people can read it, then it feels like some sort of counselling.

He stalked towards Amber in her moment of terror and she froze, unable to peel her eyes away from his ghastly towering features. His face was sunken in, eyes unfocused. His mouth twitched and drooled as if craving for something, anything, Amber. The smell of his rotting face made her stomach churn and it was all she could do is make sure not vomit then and there, again. His nails were dark and bloody, but She wasn't sure if it was his blood dripping from them. Finally Amber saw his gross discoloured skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from his muscle, his bones. Todd saw everything. She wasn't shooting it, why wasn't she shooting it?