Thud. Thud. Thud. “Please, stop…” Thud. Thud. Thud. “What do you want from me?” At the cabin, Luther Grim sits on a wooden chair covered by a beautiful deer skinned …
Phases
I’ve been huntin’ since I was a boy, Cade. Tha fundamentals were always clear. It didn’t matter what I was huntin’, tha fundamentals were always tha same. It was broken …
One-Eyed Man
They say in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. A proverb as old as time, suggesting that among those without sight, the slightest edge can grant one dominion over all. You have …
Reclamation
In the wilderness of life, I have always been the predator. The championship belt that once adorned my waist was more than leather and gold. It was a symbol of survival. But …
The Forsaken Maze
The air hangs heavy with a pungent mix of earth and decay. It is a sanctum of dread, crafted meticulously with high walls cloaked in ivy, each shadow more menacing …
Puppets
Under the stark spotlight, Luther stands center stage, a macabre maestro with a twisted grin. In each hand, he holds a puppet, their strings taut with anticipation. “The thing about …
False Prophets
Luther is perched in a wooden rocking-chair within his cabin. His hands, calloused and steady, glide a cloth over the metal of his spear, the wood glowing in the firelight …
A Compass, But Not Yours
There was once a man lost in The Groves, shrouded in an endless maze of foliage. His compass, his anchor, was missing, leaving him adrift in a sea of towering pines. Every tree …
The End?
We open in a dusty, dimly lit room, the air heavy with the scent of formaldehyde and age-old wood. It’s Tombstone’s Mortuary. Dust particles float lazily in the little light that …
Curiosity
[In the depths of The Grove, a pack of wolves prowled through the dense undergrowth, their primal instincts guiding their every move. Among them was a lone wolf, venturing away …