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Magnar Arne
Bio
Everytime he heard those sounds echoing in the back of his head only reminded he is not yet dead.
Stories (8/0)
Mystic Heart
Now most love stories start with guy or girl meets one another, their eye's meet for that second. Well this isn't one of those love stories, where we begin is in the horror world. Imagine slashers, ghouls, ghosts, werewolves, none sparkling vampires and well there's me. Plain old no place to be sea serpent, a electric blue shimmering scales.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Horror
Splatters in Your Eyes'
It started like any other day, walking through the vacant city streets. Only the howls of the creatures that infested our world dare to make sounds. I see a store where the boarding has been slightly pulled aside so curosity got the better of me as I entered the torn apart apartment store. Looks like it may have been a clothing store at one time with a ranched smell coming from the corner of the room.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Fiction
Failure by Design
Every time he heard those sounds in the back of his head, only reminded him he wasn't yet dead. They say loser, they say wimp, they say everything that brings him closer to his own death. If he didn't ask for it then why do they pressure him on. On to the next level of insanity, the next level to never face anyone again.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Psyche
Fear Thy Sleep
With my chest pounding, my breathes feeling more dense and shallow. Every muscle in my body begins to tighten, only able to slightly turn my head to the right. I open my eyes to see those glossy grey eyes staring back. Clenching my eyes firmly back shut, I begin to try to scream. Yet it feels as if my vocal chords are being crushed so I am unable to make a sound.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Poets
For Her, Thy Love
Lustful winds with a aromatic spill of ocean salt fills my senses. The seas edge dances as the moon sheds it's spot light amongst the waves. As the splatter of small drips of spray reaches us setting a scene like no other for this night will be that night. That night I proclaim my heart to her.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Fiction
Purely Shattered Christmas
The days seemed long lurking my gaze out of the window, the snow just seemed grey this year. Not even children were playing in the streets, building snowmen, having a proper snow ball fight. See I do not get out to much, when I breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of people chatting away with one another. It sends a tremble down my spine, my heart beat slows to erupt in a conversion of blood flow, making my chest ache. But, this year just going out to the end of the road to see no one at all around just gives me a anxious and eery feeling.
By Magnar Arne2 years ago in Fiction
Boogie Bird
Thinking back on my childhood, things I thought were normal, they weren't. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to see what seemed like people dancing at the edge of my bed. Although it never scared me due to it being a nightly occurrence since I could truly remember. It is when the things that were in my perception that were seemingly harmless became part of a everyday routine, that only didn't haunt me at night but during the day as well. That's when things became a more frightening, more than just some child's dream land.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
The Call
My eyes barely open I begin to doze off, the phone on my table begins to rapidly vibrate. The rhythm clicking in my head as the phone bounces back and forth, I try to ignore it. It stops for a mere second as it begins vibrating again. Drowsily picking it up and pressing it against my ear, "hello?" It's silent, eerily silent on the other end. Confused with exhaustion I look at the screen, 'Unknown Caller.'
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction