Dwelling deeper into the subconscious terror by SebastianGrimm, literature
Literature
Dwelling deeper into the subconscious terror
"Fourth you have a visitor."
"Why the hell are you making him wait? Let him come in already!"
"Alright fourth."
The iron door opened with an eerie high pitched sound revealing the expected guest.
"Welcome back to the madness Wanderer."
"I see that you are still split in four but there is something new."
"You are completely right, the new thing is that first no longer exists. He has let himself go. Second is on the same path, only I and third remain."
"What are precisely your roles "Fourth"?"
"First is the original host. Docile, gentle and caring for the others, often acted by impulse and ended hurting himself. Second is a little diffe
I never knew her name. Nobody did.
She wasn’t like the other girls, though everyone was united beneath the black leather and metal studs we kept hidden from society. Where the others sang, she screamed. Where they swayed, she thrashed. Where they slowly ground their hips and maintained eye contact, she was lost beneath a curtain a wild, untamed hair; her rage and passion overtaking everything until there was only the music in her soul to guide her. Where others batted their eyelids and giggled, she was matching the men on the boxing machine – even beating some. They spat out their drinks in surprise, caught somewhere between admi