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Sonnet Sunday’s: Dead Party
The creature’s opaque eyes search in bloodlust This is the time survival is a must It’s hunting to tear apart living skin I believe we’re paying for all the sin It knows that I am her and I’m alive Must do everything I can to survive The insanity. more than I can take Could this be from some government’s mistake From upstairs, I can hear the closing door It traces the footsteps across the From this metal box, I can hear the screams The creature devours my hopes and dreams How

Kirk Forseth II
2 days ago1 min read


Tales from the 13th “Accidents” (Where Bruises Go)
Keeping things in the family wasn’t that hard. While they lived upstairs, he had a nasty habit of falling down the winding stairs. He would take nasty falls, which always left him black and blue. The only reason Deanna ever took him to the doctor was due to school requirements. However, in the first grade, he would be hospitalized twice. Both of which were unique. The first time was just after he had chicken pox. He had just returned to school for the spring term, and the new

Kirk Forseth II
May 137 min read


Sonnet Sunday’s: Impending
He knows everything you secretly want You fake being an idiot servant Finding some cheap ways to extract money Keep it up, buddy, he finds it funny He’s exploring even your darkest sin A sinister smile, it’s time to begin Rancid black fluid oozing from your head Awakens you from slumber in your bed Everything you’ve done, he won’t be so kind The mirror shows that the dead are behind Backed up against the wall, sweat starts to form Welcome to the world where nothing’s the norm

Kirk Forseth II
May 31 min read


Sonnet Sunday’s: The Fall of Axtona
From the castle keep, Lord Dourka sits on his throne Pondering all the horrors that he has been shown His blue-gray bloodshot eyes locked in a morbid stare Contemplating the fight with the sinister pair The evil has entrenched itself within his brain The demon whores look forward to the blood they drain Dourka would not stand for their wicked corruption His poor subjects became their choice of consumption The once bountiful land, now a desolate field The time has come for him

Kirk Forseth II
Apr 192 min read


Tales from the 13th: “Sometimes, faith steps in” (Where Bruises Go)
When Eric was born, he was baptized in the Lutheran faith, as that was the faith of his father and his family. However, he spent the weekends with his maternal grandmother from the time he was three. She was a devout Catholic and would take him to church every Saturday at 5 pm. He didn’t know what was going on, and she told him to be quiet, as they were in a house of God. To keep him calm, she would give him her Rosary. It was broken, depending on how you looked at it, on the

Kirk Forseth II
Apr 136 min read


Tales from the 13th “Denny” (Where Bruises Go)
It was at the end of 1978, and the Caffertys were in the process of adopting the newest member of their family. Eric was excited as he would have a playmate, the parents’ other son. The two things that they knew were that the mother and father couldn’t afford to keep him, and that his parents were crackheads. They knew that the poor child was going to go through withdrawals, but other than his mother being a piece of shit, everything on the ultrasound was coming up aces for t

Kirk Forseth II
Mar 138 min read


Tales from the 13th “If You’re So Smart, Why Are You Failing” (Where Bruises Go)
Eric wasn’t a stupid kid, not by a long shot. He was tying his shoes and reciting the alphabet, both in English and in Sign Language, by the time he was four. There were several times when he became bored in class, as he had already learned what was happening in kindergarten. His teacher, Mrs. Harris, was a proud black woman, and it was the late 70s. One thing she didn’t like was the smart-ass white kid who shouldn’t have been in her class to begin with. However, he couldn’t

Kirk Forseth II
Feb 139 min read


Tales from the 13th: Regret from the Beginning (Where Bruises Go)
Eric Cafferty was born at the end of May 1974 to Deanna and Eric. According to them, he was wanted; however, the way they acted towards him made it clear he wasn’t. While the pictures of his humble beginnings showed a happy child, his memories began when he was four years old. Sounds remarkable, but his earliest memory deals with him in Florida with his maternal grandmother and his Uncle Lewis. They were feeding ducks; however, Eric went to feed the baby ducks. The mature duc

Kirk Forseth II
Jan 137 min read


AntifDUH!
Say you’re against fascism, but make it true Confused by the definition, I’ve no clue Always protesting open debate Claiming outside...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 21, 20251 min read


*BONUS PIC* Character Corner: Draco Lavanov and Nicholas "Mortis" Dilcue
This is a picture of best friends, Draco Lavanov and Nicholas "Mortis" Dilcue, preparing to fight a horde of demons

Kirk Forseth II
Jul 30, 20251 min read
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