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What the Dead Sees

In a small unknown town of two hundred people, situated in the forests near the Rockies. 20 years old Emma Goebel was found dead in an eroded underground mine, about a hundred meters away from the nearest home.

It would have been passed off as accident if it weren't for the stab wounds that peppered her upper body. Nearby, a trail of broken branches and flattened grass served as evidence of a struggle between the victim and her assailant. It was an incident that shook their tight-knit community. The victim was particularly well-liked. No one in the town could find a cause for anyone to kill her in cold blood. Soon, autumn season ended. With no more clues to the horrific murder of Emma Goebel; the case had gone cold as the temperatures dropped with winter's beginning. Emma's funeral was held in her family's residence. Her beau, Carl, sat in silence hearing every word exchanged by two women behind him. "Poor girl, heard that she and her boy were supposed to get married in spring." one of the whispered. "Oh, Carl? Farmer Lewis' son wasn't it?" "Uh huh, but you know, the girl's family is well off. She could've gone off to the big city to find someone..." the woman's voice dropped lower, "richer." Carl's eyes hardened. Sure, his family was poor, but at least they were all hard working and knew better than to spend all their hard earned money on fancy clothings and whatnot. He cleared his throat and excused himself. He gave the two women a withering stare before leaving the room. He crept along the hallway and stepped out into the porch. He shivered, remembering that he forgot his coat inside. "It's freezing out here." A man remarked. He stood beside Carl, arms wrapped around himself. "Ah, Detective Henry." Carl smiled weakly. "Work just had to follow me home." Henry chuckled softly. "I wasn't expecting this to be my 'welcome'." He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm really sorry Carl." "Don't be." Carl murmured. The two stood in silence for some time before Henry excused himself. Taking one last worried glance at his old friend before going back inside. The following day they buried Emma. Carl stood beside the trunk of a barren and gnarled oak. The day was depressing. The skies were a hue of somber grey and the sun was nowhere to be seen. A few crows were perched on the branches above. They quietly watched as Carl walked towards Emma's freshly dug grave with a look of regret. "I'm sorry." he murmured before leaving the graveyard without looking back. As days passed the temperatures plummeted. The town was yet to see its first snowfall. Henry and Carl were in a lively discussion when Sean, Carl's little brother, came in from a full sprint. When he seemed to have caught his breath, he opened his mouth and closed it again. He seemed to have something he wanted to say but couldn't find a way to. "Terence found a dead body in the forest." he finally forced himself to speak. Henry stood "Who?" "Alfred." Henry clenched his fist, his skin paled. "How?" he looked at Carl and trembled. Alfred was one of their childhood friends. In fact Carl and Henry had been with him just a few days ago. They soon found out that Alfred went out drunk into the forest the night before. His family had assumed that he passed out somewhere when he didn't come home in the morning. His brother, Terence, went out to find him when there was still no sign of him in the afternoon. Surely enough, Terence found his brother strung upside down on a tree not too far into the forest. Alfred's corpse showed stab wounds on his torso much like Emma. The town was once again thrown into chaos. Soon rumours were spreading like wildfire amongst neighbours. Two murders within a matter of a week? Who killed them? Why? This time there were possible suspects but none of them really stood out. Although it was true that Alfred had the tendencies of a drunkard, he never bothered anyone to the point of making enemies. Soon the chaos cooled down as days turned into months. Yuletide was near. Well-off families invited their neighbours to little parties and christmas dinners. Henry's family was hosting a party and he felt obliged to invite Carl. On the day of the party Henry found Carl, alone and sitting on a bench away from the prying eyes of the other guests. Henry placed himself on the bench leaving a gap between them. "Carl, I don't know how to properly say this without hitting a nerve." Henry began. "What has happened in the past two months.... The killings. They might have been done by the same person." This certainly got Carl's attention. "Have you found the....the killer?" Carl tentatively asked. "Perhaps, I find it too much of a coincidence... The wounds on their bodies, the site of the murders were fairly close in distance..." Henry rambled. He watched Carl's expression and a grim look settled on his face. Carl stared without expression at the flux of activity. The following morning a white blanket of snow covered the whole town. The sun shone through the clouds washing the white snow with a pale golden light. Carl walked through the graveyard, passing the white topped tombstones and the gnarled oak now heavily creaking with a flock of crows. Their black beady eyes followed Carl as he slipped into the forest. A man followed him from a discreet distance. Carl, evidently trying to elude his pursuer, set a fast pace. The man disappeared into a cluster of trees as Carl sharply turned to the right. Carl discreetly hid behind a big, thick bush, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. He failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. A sharp glint of metal caught Carl's attention. The man appeared from the shadows; intent on driving what appeared to be a dagger through Carl. Fortunately, Carl dove away from the blade. He collided with the man, the impact caused his breath to momentarily escape him. The man stumbled onto the sunlit snow, sharp shadows highlighted his features. Carl stared at the face of the man he had been with for the past two months. Henry's eyes were bloodshot, his lips set into a grim line. Carl glanced at Henry's fists, one held the dagger so tight that his knuckles had turned white. Carl lept into a sprint. Branches whipped his body as he crashed deeper into the forest. Henry followed suit, never letting Carl out of his sight. Light pierced through the thick canopy of trees, creating a breathtaking play of shadows as Carl and Henry dashed through the forest floor. The branches of a fallen tree snagged Carl's foot. He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could. Henry appeared from behind and lunged. The dagger tore through Carl's clothes, grazing his shoulder blades and ripping the skin of his forearm. Carl wailed in pain. They both toppled to the ground, a flurry of cold and white snow entered their eyes and mouths. Carl immediately rolled over. The searing pain on his shoulder and arm caused him to grit his teeth together. Henry fumbled for his dagger, definitely lost from his grasp during the fall. Carl shuffled away from Henry and felt something poking his leg. He carefully lifted it up and caught a glimpse of metal. Henry must have also noticed. He stared at Carl and his eyes traveled slowly down to the leg hiding the blade. There was a second of peace and calm before the two madly scrambled for the dagger. Carl, being the closest, quickly snatched its handle with his uninjured arm. He pointed it towards Henry. Carl's face showed no emotions. No fear. Not even pain as blood trickled down his arm. Henry held up both of his hands in a gesture of surrender. The both of the slowly stood up. A tense vibe sparked between them. Carl shuffled backwards then almost caught his foot on a tree root. Henry took his chance and he slugged Carl square in the jaw. This sent flashes of light to his vision, his jaw felt as if it detached itself from his skull. Surprisingly, Carl remained on his feet. His hold on the dagger tightened. He spat out blood and chuckled. In one smooth motion Carl flicked the dagger at Henry. It sank deep into Henry's chest, piercing his lungs. He sputtered a spray of blood before falling on his back. He stared at Carl, his face marred with blood and horror. As he wheezed, blood seeped through his clothes like a blooming crimson flower. A look of amusement filled Carl's face. "Oops, I missed. Sorry about that." He spoke with an expression of mock horror. Henry had noticed a difference in Carl when he first saw him at Emma's funeral. He was a bit odd. Not showing even a hint of grief at Emma's grave when Henry accompanied him. Soon, it was clear to him that here was something wrong with Carl. "Y-you... killed them.." Henry rasped. Carl flashed him a grin. This Carl was different. It was as if he had instantly switched personalities. From the withdrawn, quiet person Henry grew up with to a psychotic murderer. Carl casually yanked the dagger out of Henry. Unbearable pain flooded Henry's senses, as he gurgled blood. "How stupid. I thought you were smarter than this detective. Why ambush me alone in the forest when you could have asked for help?" He paused, "But I have to admit, that was surprising." He looked at the pale face bloody face of Henry. "I suppose I should tell you my, what would you call it? Motives? Yes, motives for killing Emma and Alfred?" He snickered. "You know how much I- no, Carl devoted himself for Emma." A flicker of emotions flashed through his face. "Carl- the real Carl-had to suffer through those nosy people who had nothing better to do than rub in the fact that he was dirt poor. For so many years he thought he and Emma would be together and eventually settle down." Henry thought he saw a glimpse of the old Carl. The one he knew. "Then he finally proposed to Emma, with a ring and all. God knows how much we had to spend." he chuckled. "Everything was going smoothly until she went ahead and spoiled his plans. She told him he was too poor for her!" he burst out, an expression of hate slowly revealed itself on his face. "The Carl you grew up with thought she was different, I didn't. I tried to warn him. He didn't listen!" "So, I took over and drove my pocket knife through her. She stared at me so blankly like she didn't know what hit her. Then she backed away, I wanted to let her go. But my hands just had a minds of their own, I kept stabbing her over and over. I left her lying on the ground. I thought she was dead. She must have crawled her way to that pit where they found her." "After what happened, Carl took over a few times. But I was in control most of the time. Alfred just happened to have the misfortune of meeting me in the forest. I happened to have my pocket knife and rope. And the rest was... well... history." Henry was barely conscious when Carl brandished the dagger. "You know I actually liked you, and I thought you were good enough for Carl. Too bad it had to be this way." "Don't worry I'll make it quick." Carl held the weapon high in the air. Then he plunged it into Henry's chest, straight through his heart. Henry gasped as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. This time for ever. Carl dragged Henry's body deeper into the forest where he hoped the animals would take care of the rest. He stood for a moment watching the still features of his childhood friend. A tear slid down his cheek and he immediately wiped it away. "Goodbye, Henry." he whispered. In the background a long, lonely howl pierced the still forest. The trees cast long dark shadows around Henry's still body. The sun once again peered from the winter clouds casting a pale golden glow on the white snow. A scene only the dead sees.

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Something I made quite some time ago. Titled ‘The Pond’. 

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Yes, I know, their positioning is wrong. Inspired by “Ballroom e Youkoso”, I mean, have you seen the art style of the manga? It’s quite sensual ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I drew the couple on my phone, and I’m not the best but I just had to draw this.....

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Stark reunion be like

Jon: I died and came back alive

Bran: I am the three eyed Raven

Arya: I am a face changing serial killer

Sansa: what the fuck

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The Song of Crows [HIATUS] (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/af1DPH5vUF A king who rules with blood. A girl whose fate is decided by another. A lover married off to her lover's brother. A brother who's willing to die for the sake of those he loves. And a child caught between warring forces. They cast their songs out to fate, their voices intertwine and their stories woven. What does destiny have for them? When will their tapestries come to an end? --- All places, characters and events portrayed in this work are all the authors work of imagination and are purely fiction. All Rights Reserved©

YES A BIG FAT HIATUS. Dunno when I’m gonna start writing again but the plot is moving VERY slowly.  

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The Cursed: Twin Blood Moons (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/05ww0bTvUF Two souls born entwined, on the night of the twin blood moons. One shall fall before the other, as the darkest of nights shall end at the light of dawn.

Experimental stage? I’m not sure. Let’s say the first (and current only) chapter is a +200 words exerpt of a chapter I haven’t even written yet. Sooooooo....... yeah *insert smiley face. There you have it.

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Truth Be Told

The real heroes are cast aside 

and those who step up are burned.

We look up to fantasies and “perfections”

 and the reality are ignored.

We snap a pic or two 

and shame ourselves, 

yet half a world away bombs explode, 

lives are sold 

to a few words told.

Here i am typing away,

torn about today,

about my future.

i can rant,

all i want, 

but it doesn’t matter what i write 

or what i say.

People won’t listen,

people won’t stop. 

Truth be told,

i’m just one person

and this is all i’ve got.