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The Bending Baron Von HolmMoonlight peeks in through the tops of the windows in Manor Von Holm as sloppy steps tread down an echoing corridor.The Bending Baron Von Holm
Each step is struggling to find a equality, nearly causing the baron to tumble over. He finds his desk and throws himself into the chair, grasping at the table in desperation. He finally rights himself and takes off his wet shoes. Italian high-tops with pointed tips.
Suddenly thunder strikes outside and a massive force of water hits the baron, sending him out of his chair, into the wet carpet where he tracked in. Looking around he sees no more water and realizes he was mistaken.
by ~KarmaKorpse
The Tenant of Baron von HomA dreary haze falls over the Baron's manor. A gooey black mass shifts through the catacombs from his wine cellar to his attic. This beast creeps down the halls and up the walls, transforming each light into a mellow gray.The Tenant of Baron von Hom
"Woe is me" The baron mumbles. A cold and wet touch creeps along the baron's leg hairs till it has surrounded him completely, gracefully hanging from his neck. The form of a serpent's head appears from the black.
"Baron Baron, Whom lives alone. His worries are echoed with each weak little moan." The serpent taunts the Baron though he pays no heed. He just stares out the cracked window, at light glo
by ~KarmaKorpse
The Bottles of Baron Von Holm"Wurr wurr wurr" the fan above the baron's head rheumatically moans. The empty bottles trail his manor like little watch towers. Each housing their own sorrow.The Bottles of Baron Von Holm
"Where is the new morn?" He slavishly ponders out the cracked window into the thick darkness. His light flickers dimly, illuminating briefly his long chamber hall. Shuffling, he walks through the thin corridor past the bottles to his kitchen.
Retrieving another bottle of dark, amber liquid, he slowly drags his legs back to his study. Thunder cracks the sky miles away.
by ~KarmaKorpse
The Lethargic Baron Von Holm It was well into the morning and his eyes felt as though they'd melt right out of his skull. He felt empty and out of touch when a knock came to the door. It was raining heavily and a figure outlined itself in the cold morning sunrise that shot through the barrage of droplets.The Lethargic Baron Von Holm
"Shit has hit the fan" She said, entering Baron Von Holm's awkwardly structured house. He made many inquiries and finally she explained her situation. A friend of his, he was more than happy to take her in. He was never quite good with expressing any means
by ~KarmaKorpse
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You know, I kinda do works in those two medias, but always saw them as two distinct things(as much as I have one accoout for each...), so it's good to see someone developing the two in the same pace, with the same mentality. Is inspiring actually, reminds of someone once saying to me that art is one whole thing, that just compreends various forms through which is expressed...
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We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
Thanks for watching!
Glad you find it so, but I think you describe situations much better, which is what makes your stories so nice to read... you compose them really well by describing the situation, not wasting to much time describing the ambience and such, which is something I find quite boring when I come to read such things.
To me, you can develop your work really well by exploring that avenue, for I must say you create an imagery very well only with it, and one with a pretty well defined identity, which is quite impressive!
--
We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
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