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Shadows road | Random red river | Trapped in the red nowhere by Gio Boretti

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A blue mist hangs above the forested mire, creating an atmosphere fitting of the soul that resides within.

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there is comfort found in the arms of the unknown

the shadows will welcome you home

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be wary not of the critters that may cross your path on the road,

but the shadows that moved and vanished from your highbeams, they know you're alone now.

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Thoughts in Summer

Summer was the harshest of seasons, discomfort was an inescapable force that left one weak to the elements. Breathing felt like a chore, the heat beat down on ones self until there was no energy left in you to move. It was even worst for poor Mike. Having a dark being taking shelter in his body gave him a high fever at all times. Plus having to keep his body bandaged up due to many old wounds made for a very cranky and overheated young man. "You should just let me heal you up lovely." A whisper drifted over Mike's shoulder and ruffled his hair. Mike sighed and fell back into the body who he knew was always stalking behind him, just waiting, always waiting for the moment to finally catch him. "If I let you heal me, then I'll owe you something which we both know I can't repay." Mike grumbled out but moved closer into the tight but not painful embrace.

Gentle clawed fingers ran through his hair as a purr caressed his cheek "Would it be so hard to be mines forever? Mother already loves you and so does our Guardian." Mike couldn't hold back the flinch at hearing about the Guardian. The darkest thing he's ever had the painful chance of meeting. It was like looking into the void as it devoured your soul....and liking every moment of it. However, Neon was surprisingly both the same and not. They were his blessing and his curse, always in love and always hating them, for saving their life when all they wanted was to make it all stop. He knew Neon sacrificed quite a lot to keep him. As messed up as it may seem for an outsider, being Neon's pet was paradise especially after running from the BEP for so long.

Mike hated being codependent, having to feel so weak and broken as his body deteriorated at the seams with every run in with those "things". Then the store happened and he was saved, only to be thrown into another world of darkness with only an entity in his mind as company. Having eyes on your body blink back at you sleepily from your arms, knowing this is what was forced on you and you just have to learn that it was the new normal was heartbreaking. Mike felt at least a bit of affection for the entity but Mike also just wanted to go back to his old quiet world without monsters and things worst than the Boogeyman. Neon was always there with a gentle hand, so dainty and soft or so rough and scarred. Never the same body but always the same beautiful eyes that spoke their name as it carved it into his mind. He held that carved name with a love that he did not understand but worshipped all the same. Neon gave him the illusion of independence and that was enough. Everything Neon did was always enough especially on the hottest days of summer. As he was held tightly and healed deeply while being fanned by an energy he could not put a name to, he drifted to sleep knowing as much as he said he did not want to be Neon's, it was inevitable. Deep inside he always knew it was too late, from the first time they came to his rescue, he was their's always and forever. Mike did not know whether to fear that fact or drown in it, for it gave him a peace he did know he needed in his life.....then the entity in his mind whispered sweetly that for once in his life he made the perfect choice before all went black.

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Art by Denis Bodrov

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“The old labyrinth was carved out by the Pthumerians, superhuman beings that are said to have unlocked the wisdom of the eldritch Truth.”

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Fairytales from the Diner

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful little forest of lights. The trees glowed in a mystic light, blindingly travelers and enchanting their senses as the forest was a special places holding the sweetest of fruits and vegetables. Each fruit and vegetable gave a gift to whomever may eat it. Of course, travelers from all over tried their hand at stealing the exotic and divine smelling food. But none could, none of the travelers could withstand the allure which enchanted their minds and by the time they shook off the enchantments, it was already to late. The travelers would be miles away in towns filled with an angry king ruling it's lands asking why? "Why must such travelers constantly shadow our doorsteps with there shame? For we already have so much shame and pain to hold ourselves." The town was not a good town nor was the king a good king. The town represented all that befall those who steal and disrespect nature for their own personal gain. But the king, well he had an unique punishment. For he left is first born daughter as a sacrifice for tearing down most of the forest, in his need to obtain all the divine food and animals it could bare. The forest took the child in its roots, gently tucking it into its crevices where know one could see or hear the small cries ringing out. With that, the king decided to take his leave happily as the men chopped away at each tree, wails ignored and blood unsee, splashed the king as he left. From then on, the town became cursed to forever hold all the negative emotions of those who stumble upon it. The trees blood ran into the town, soaking every drop of dirt it could, wails interrupted sleep as trees pain could be felt deep into each soul, children were stolen away into the night to never be see, the townsmen raged but yet the king never stopped chopping the forest down, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes and blood coating his lips.

Too much of a good thing can destroy a person but a little at a time and only beauty may grow sweetly in such darkness. For this is the true and most important tale. The tale of a sacrificed child turning into beautiful and most loved woman by a long forgotten broken crone of the dark. The little child could not be raised by a forest. The forest sadly knew this but did not know how to go about fixing the issue. Passing nature spirits whispered of a old crone living in the darkness of it's forest. The crone bathed in dragons blood and ate from them with respect would be the perfect caregiver for such a lost child. The forest thought this as it unraveled its roots for the nature spirits to take the child. The Spirits coo and awed about the adorable cherb they held and hurried off to fulfill their mission.

Too say that the crone was amused but the Spirits request would be an understatement. The crone laughed herself hoarse before falling into a dead faint from the hysterical moment. The Spirits pouted at such a unseemly display from one so powerful but stayed and waited for her to awaken once more. The child, now awoke, watch on in curiosity before looking around at the crones home. The Spirits rocked the child gently before they heard to crone speak from the floor. "I try not to be rude precious Spirits but that child would probably been my goddaughter in another life. The evil king is my brother who cursed me to this form. How sad it is to have magic but yet no sense in how to use it". The Spirits sang out their deep sadness for their kind friend while holding anger in their hearts. The crone sighed as she pulled herself up off the ground, back popping like wood in a fire, form shaking as she braced herself on her cane. The crone may be old in body but her magic kept her very youthful through these decades and the dragon blood she drank made her young for certain moments of time. Looking at the child so innocently watching with a small smile, the crone went to her shelf and drank from a bottle filled with fire. The Spirits gasp in shock as the crone turned into a maiden of divine beautiful and the deepest darkness they have ever felt, then she spoke. "I'll take her but I need dragons blood until she is within adulthood, if I can't have this, then she sadly cannot be left here for more than ten years." The Spirits flinched at the dark musical edge to the crone's new voice but nodded quiet and handed the child over to her. "We will do as you ask Forest Crone, for the forest finds her special and so do we. So please take care of her with love in your heart like you do our lands". The crone held the child close and looked her over before looking up at the Spirits once more and nodded. Turning away from them, the crone glided quietly into the back room hidden in the roses so dark that one would think they were black and placed the child into a beautiful crib. The crone smiled with tears in her eyes as she strokes the child's cheek. "You stole a child from me brother and it is only right that you've returned a child to me for your own downfall." The crone dropped a small kiss to the child's forehead before leaning back and decorating the room to represent the new life and adventures they would be having in the future for this is only the beginning. However, in the darkness of the kings room, the king wailed in his madness and pain.

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