Seth Maurizzio
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On December 15th, 2002 I watched the snow fall over the streets of Chicago for the very last time. They don’t tell you when you’re young just how hard it gets when you’re older. They don’t prepare you for the cold that the world hits you with. It never used to bother me so much. I have never been the type of person to let fear strike me or the cautions of others get me down. The realization that the world is a bitter place is more than bitter in itself, but it doesn’t come as a surprise. I used to sit back and watch the bitterness unfold before my eyes. I would watch people pass me on the street, ignoring me or throwing disgusted glances. My dog, Mara, would bark occasionally, giving a low growl to anyone that dared look at us with distaste. There was once a time where I thought it amusing. I used to convince myself that it wasn’t actually as bad as it seemed, that maybe I was just seeing it in the wrong light. I see now with no light at all. I have no rose-colored glasses. My lenses are gray and always fogged.
By Seth Maurizzio3 years ago in Humans
The Wings of Fate
It had to be this way, didn’t it? The only thing that could have changed this is if you had kept your damn mouth shut. Now, look at where we are. All thanks to you. Are you happy now? You’ve never known when to stop talking. That’s been your biggest weakness since the day I met you. That trait sure has gotten you into a lot of sticky situations and I’m not surprised to see that it is the very thing that has led to your downfall. Because of your running mouth, you’ve landed yourself right here, in my arms, covered in blood and dust.
By Seth Maurizzio3 years ago in Horror
The Shift
Have you ever felt the mood of a room shift, even if it’s only in the slightest, most insignificant way? There’s a change in the air, a different vibration that sinks its way into that hollow space of atmosphere, followed by an eerie rhythm that somehow breaks the silence. That shift could happen at any moment, but it seems to favor those darker, more comforting hours when it has the chance to catch you off guard. You could be sitting in your bedroom, relaxing on your bed with a book, or watching your favorite reality show. Or, perhaps you’re next to a campfire that’s surrounded by good company and frivolous stories to occupy the lack of sound around you. A strong feeling of warmth holds you tight, keeping you blissfully ignorant of any change that might come.
By Seth Maurizzio3 years ago in Horror