horrorart

Apr
18
The Hunter

The Hunter

Chapter 15: We live a life in his exhibit, full of props and loops. Sadly it’s easy to satisfy us. A little fear, a little discomfort have made us all too willing to sit waiting like dogs on this spot, never trying to break free.
12 min read
Mar
09
thriller

thriller

I develop an attitude of loving kindness toward the fucked-up task at hand–after all it was my posts here that were scraped and uploaded to help create the cyborg entity that is now Odious/HeirMax98. I have a responsibility to see this through.
10 min read
Feb
17
nada_maas2k (king tubby mix)

nada_maas2k (king tubby mix)

Chapter 14: Everything here happens on loops, rendering time and events meaningless by repetition. I mimic the mechanisms, hoping to somehow sneak inside the simulation and fuck shit up.
15 min read
Jan
04
The Play

The Play

Chapter 13: Day after day we wake up back in this place, with the NPC’s playing the same games and the same boats bobbing around on the river. But then sometimes a new thing appears–which is almost more frightening than the sameness.
16 min read
Oct
23
Posterized (country song)

Posterized (country song)

I was in my feelings cuz I was off that shit. But like a sugar cube on a cold metal tray I remained pure, so pure.
11 min read
Sep
01
The Last

The Last

Chapter 12: "Everything I knew about what’s happened–the NPC’s and the loop here at the river–the fake objects and Dean—even The Curator himself. It all suddenly disappeared, like a wave had come and scooped it up and I was left staring brainless at the smooth sand."
11 min read
Aug
26
tent

tent

It’s in dreams that I found my true medium, a place where everything can be fixed.
10 min read
Jul
14
The Grid (Part 1)

The Grid (Part 1)

Chapter 11: “The world we came from was the dream, and the place we go to when we fall off The Grid is the swirling nothingness that’s the real reality, the one that’s usually hidden.”
15 min read
Jun
01
Signal

Signal

We formed a straight, then curvy, then jagged line as we passed another Baby high up in a Pine tree, looking out while I was looking in, bits of poetry forming in my mind that I threw at the scene, scattered like clues for the detectives to find.
6 min read
May
17
behemoth

behemoth

The poisonous grip of the mountain is loosening, but like any detox there are feelings of grief– Now we’re exposed, there’s talk of needing protection, and of going to Mexico, where whatever money we have left will last a lot longer.
13 min read