Painter’s Child By Adithya Christopher The Painter’s Child looked on through the clouds on high. Sometimes he wondered why the world was dark, void of feeling and hope. Sometime he
Painter’s Child By Adithya Christopher The Painter’s Child looked on through the clouds on high. Sometimes he wondered why the world was dark, void of feeling and hope. Sometime he
The Puppet Master grimaced as he walked down the stairs towards the basement below his house. His fingers felt every crack and crevice as they ran across the ancient wood
Mr.Flentstroikem (Mr.Flent as we shall call him now) was on yet another one of his mad, unending rampages. He entered his lab, licked his lips, and ate an entire box