SinnersChapter 1: The Beginning of the Tempest'Then I presume you have a good plan.''But of course ... Who do you think I am?!''Hmmm... I hope so, or else we are goners .''I told you several times to trust me Marco, the new security systems go off very easily.''Ok, I got it' , he said smiling yet thinking about the murders that ocurred in the past month.However , no one could have been so foolish to have stepped on Federico Marsino's teritory.'Weird, uttered Frank, I don't recall having bought roses...''You frightened me , I thought something happened , maybe they are from the other shift.''You might be right , now let's finish gathe
Castle in the Sky Once the most terrified place now just a shadow of the past. The castle is now collapsed and deserted by hundred of years while loosing itself in a thick fog above the little sea town. Looking at it from above, is like a star which lost its shinning. People still fear its presence, still thinking that the “thing” which lived there still walks through the collapsed halls in the night. A creature that nobody knew from where it came or how the story passed from generation to generation. Or if is any truth in it.. The rumors say that “it” came in a starless night, when the moon faded away between the hea
Scattered Memories of an...Scatted Memories of an...."Who am I?"I can't remember anything. Just a dark road on a cold night in which the thick fog was slowly embracing my weak body. I was slowly vanishing in the fog. This Is the only image i have in my mind and a choked scream of a young boy, fading in the shadows of the forest. "What was that sound"? I thought for a second while i was trying to run through the mist, in order to find a safe place. I remember i was breathing very hard and i was very scared. I only knew theat each part of my body was hurting and it was full of bleeding wounds. The cold wind was cutting through me like a knife. And then all became dar
The stained rose"I remember when I was little and my grandfather used to tell these horror stories with great assassins , that seemed to belong to a distant, far away, place and time. In time I found out that it was not just a bedtime story , but a part of the bloody past of the Marsino family. When we became fifteen, my grandfather told us the truth, or at least part of it and it seems that even after 40 years, the past still makes incursions in the present."This is a small paragraph from an old article in the local news paper, dated twenty years ago. My family history has a dark and sad past, like a white rose stained with blood. At that time there was
Untitled # 2The pale moon fades before my eyesEmbraced by the dark clouds While I raise my arms toward itThe tears I shed let me scares While I scream in pain I slowly fadingLike the moon I so much loved My heart stopped beating in my chestMy body is rotten to the coreBut I still walk toward itLooking for the moon in the darknessA moon which gave me loveA moon which gave me sadnessA bloody moon which killed my heartHeartless and cold like me eyes are now
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