I turned around, facing the doorway of the cafeteria while a daydream reentered my decayed skull. I let out a laugh, shrill and malicious as the flames digested his body, burning his flesh for centuries and centuries on end, healing and destructing him with every turn of time. I made it so he was a werewolf, undergoing transformations of pain and torture as the bone structure changed and ripped out of his flesh, revealing the morphing double helixes as the wolf genes take over the human. His pleading screams grace my ears like the soothing sounds of Nightwish and Lacuna Coil, but it was not long after that he began to disgust me. He showed me how he really was: a maggot. I cranked up the fires even more, dragging the clouds behind and in front of my synthetic glowing moon in the full spectrum of light that ever so fools my prisoners of the disease. Spears peirce him, unleashing the bottled up rage of the wolf within him, scarring himself with his claws rather than me, his creator. I am God in this game, and he knows it. I terrify him with my power, twisting the edges in and out of him, releasing the tainted crimson out into the night, dressed in the silver gown of my moon's relentless rays. He is the volcano here; a volcano continously erupting and flooding the valleys with molten lava that stings and burns the earth with acid and hatred. I find my sanctuary in his powerful screams that haunt the haunted. He ssends chills up my spine when I look at his disfigured body, blood seeping through the cracks in his defected withering flesh.





+this is an excerpt from my short story that im working on+

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