The Story of Hallnir Dark-Torn by CthulhuKavallee, literature
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The Story of Hallnir Dark-Torn
Hallnnir Dark-Torn was not always known by his current name. He used to stride under the alias Hokar the Spirited, but changed it after a tragic incident that moulded him into who he is today.
Hokar the Spirited was a Nord who lived in Windhelm happily with his wife Meranna Stone-Strider and his sweet little daughter Brenna. Hokar would spend his days as a guard for a nearby farm – protecting it from beasts and bandits alike. It didn’t pay as well as a city guard job would, but it made Hokar happy to protect those outside the security of the large stone walls of the city. Every day when Hokar came back from the farm, he would spe
John and the Little Yellow Frog by CthulhuKavallee, literature
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John and the Little Yellow Frog
John was a boy who lived in Colombia. He and his aunt Agnes had lived there for many years. John was just like any other boy; he went to school, had friends and played outside almost every day. John rarely ever got sick, which meant that he had more time to play with his friends. Because he was always so healthy, John had only missed one day of school, which made him happy. 'They probably weren't teaching anything important that day anyways' John thought to himself, although his friends did say that it was about frogs. John's teachers would say that he was the toughest little boy they'd ever met, which also made John feel happy.
One rainy we
Abomination (Part 2) by CthulhuKavallee, literature
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Abomination (Part 2)
My lips were dry from the terror of the dream, a bead of sweat rolling down my brow. My vision was hazy; even though my eyes were wide open from the shock of that horrible thing. I was about to head downstairs to get a glass of water, until I remembered my mother’s words: “Go straight to bed whenever Daddy comes back”. I slinked back underneath the covers and had another attempt at the sleep that I now wanted to reject in fear of coming face to face with that demon of my mind.
Suddenly, I heard a loud ripping sound come from the floorboards, as if somebody had been carving flesh with a rusty knife. There was a quick but pow
Abomination (PART ONE) by CthulhuKavallee, literature
Literature
Abomination (PART ONE)
Ever since I was a young boy at the age of 5, I’ve always wondered about my father. You see, he was a troublesome and mysterious man, always coming home with bruises, blood under his fingernails and that distinct smell of whiskey on his breath that I’d come to spot. Mother told me to always go straight to bed whenever father came back and to get some sleep. “Go straight to bed whenever Daddy comes back” she would always say, and I always listened. Well, until… that night.
It was February, a Tuesday I think, when daddy came home drunk and loud as usual. As I had promised my mother, I went straight upstairs and g
The beauty of yours is mesmerizing,
And your eyes of brown are hypnotizing,
So deep, so luscious,
I want them for my own...
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Down in the cellar, wrapped up in chains
Blood is flowing rushing down the drains,
Your heart is mine; my heart is yours,
The deathly black love shall stain the floor.
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