VontVillain
Bio
Big book in the making; either horribly dark or greatly light stories until then.
Stories (4/0)
From Across The Room
From across the room, I see my mother. She waits there, hardly able to prop herself up, sweat lathering her like it has healing properties. My eyes gleam within the breadth of gasping screams. Then I was in her arms, and she coddled me with a love so fat, that I knew I chose right.
By VontVillain2 years ago in Poets
One Park, Two Perpetrators
To anybody besides scary men, Have you ever wondered what would happen if you lay in a park all night, alone? What the probability of getting killed or snatched is? Here’s a convoluted thought process: you’re the main character, and often main characters like to look out of windows melodramatically at the rain while a Billie Eilish song plays. They also like to go on walks at night. It gives you that solace of quietude and self. But funnily, you’ve never done that. Why? Because you’d likely get kidnapped or assaulted. So, the solution pondered hypothetically upon is this: what if you were the murderer, peeker, kidnapper? If you act the craziest, does that make you untouchable? And more interestingly: what happens when one perpetrator comes across another - if that ever does happen? Do they team up? Kill each other? Battle to see who encompasses more lunacy? Or tragically, but audience-vouched for, discuss what it was that’d brought them to this bare-of-beloved brink?
By VontVillain2 years ago in Horror
The Sun And The Earth's Civilians
For years, Suniples kept out the Earth's nosy by curating a seething outer layer that protected their world, too hot for the fragile skin of Earthlings to trespass through, and senile enough to cross it off as a star. Suniple schools taught their children all about the brutal wars and bloodshed that broke out on Earth; that they colonise and fight about mere land and lines. Inside the sun, the land wasn’t as hot as its exterior. But it was a brightness humanity could never fathom. They had sand and water, all blazing, but lukewarm to Suniples. Their clouds were swords of fire and mountains, volcanic. Suniples had skin as black as obsidian glass, and eyes as red as their world. Their hair was braided in foot-long patterns, and their tall bodies clothed in light refracting materials. School taught them that the Earth’s civilians believed in religions that talked of a Hell that is hot. They’d passed this idea down from generations, but what they didn’t know, was that it’d originated from a truth the Sun had started: that it will die one day, and with it, plunge Earth into a death of darkness too. Although humanity had these religions that preached afterlife, some remained as realists, believing nothing of transcension. With morals so split, Earth was condemned to the nullity. Which meant no ascension after mortality. If they couldn’t agree on eating preferences, then they weren’t mature enough for the existence after physicality.
By VontVillain2 years ago in Futurism
