Friday, July 6, 2012

I wake up struggling. Screwtape and Wormswood have me by the arms. They drag me into a metal sarcophagus and close me in.

"It would seem we have to go about this contemptible game with a bit more direction."

My forehead hits the lid as they stand the whole thing upright. There are three small holes in the box. Two positioned at eye level so I can see a limited view of the room and the third I can only feel as it's at the back of my head.

"Shall we tell him or let it be a surprise?", chuckled Mr. Wormswood.


For a moment the whole room went dark. Then a spotlight hit my face.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Family Portrait

Taking the project into my own hands. I'm going to start trying to work on the artwork for this myself. So this project is finally moving forward!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Dear faithful readers,

I apologize for...

...such few updates of this story.
...the long pauses between breaths.
...the emptiness of story.

in 2011, I am more focused and will be more faithful to both the demon of the basement and your faithful readership.

Thank you for your support, eyes, mind, and heart.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Every demon has its servant and these demons were no different. The Intervals performed the biddings of Screwtape and Wormwood just as they did the bidding of their own Mistress.