July 6, 2014
Beyond the shifting ruins of the old asylum,
Past the algae padded ponds and pebbles,
Even farther than the sidewalks wind,
Sits the Back Wards of S. Drawkcab.
The Back Wards loom in lingering shadows,
Hiding behind cloaks of dark intrigue,
Smiling sinisterly from cr...
July 5, 2014
This is a short story I wrote for a class some time ago. Hoping to adapt it soon into a screenplay.
The Tank was a place of mysterious power. It attracted the lonesome wonderer like a magnet, sparking their fearful imaginations of its depths.