Matt Ladouceur
Bio
Just currious to see where I can go with this
Stories (17/0)
Ache
Blood boiling and heart adrift, longing am I to feel that loathsome touch again. My pain is known by poets and scholars of the ages, nothing new can be learned, only a re-telling of a suffering as old as man and woman themselves. I can scarcely breath at the thought of you, my chest a rolling heart attack that consumes my being each waking night. Yet I beg to be comforted only by you. A toxicity familiar to us both, and a nature as vicious, made of tooth, spit, and tongue.
By Matt Ladouceurabout a year ago in Poets
Leviathan
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Abe was awoken sharply by the cold saline in his veins, and the crippling migraine of cryo sleep. The pale white lights of the cruisers sleep bay pierced his dry eyes, as he struggled to open them. Delirious - he lumbered and stumbled towards the stainless steel medical cabinet, the cryo breather still strapped to his face. In a half blind daze he ripped it off, pillaging the cabinet for any narcotic ambrosia to numb the pain.
By Matt Ladouceur2 years ago in Horror