Damien Cain

Joined August 2021

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I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. I tend to write whatever pops into my head at any given time. All of which may be the result of a deeply disturbed, and in no small way, skewed vision of reality.

Stories (3/0)

The Empty
It’s an empty existence. When ones loss bares such a weight upon the soul that any shred of hope wilts and festers and tastes of naught but ash. The shadows dance with the ghosts of memory in the ceaseless melancholy waltz of despair.
By Damien Cain3 years ago in Poets
Wolf Totem
The drums thumped in rhythm with Aiden’s heart beat. As he walked hand in hand with the red haired lady he twisted himself back to meet eyes with Pazuzu. The fire light of the torches made his shiny snake skin face almost sparkle, he smiled back at Aiden with a row of sharp pointed teeth, to reassure him everything would be just fine.
By Damien Cain3 years ago in Fiction
Old Bastard
“Well ya grumpy old coot, what we gonna do about this?” The splintered half broken laterals of the fence protruded outward at an awkward angle, exposing dry rot and the ant colony slowly eating away from within.
By Damien Cain3 years ago in Fiction

Damien Cain

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The Empty

Wolf Totem

Old Bastard

Stories (3/0)