"The Feast" was written for one of my English classes. Probably some creative writing exercise. Me... I attempted to turn it more into a twisted-shit exercise.
I started writing, delving deep into the pits of every hidden alcove of the mind, trying to be so original that I would blatantly rip off a style of writering from a writer long passed away into the writer after-life. And badly at that. But is bad good or is good bad (er... just bad I guess).
Anyway, here was one of my first adventures into the realm or horror. Yes: first person perspective, a friend with a dark secret, lots or creeping about, gargling voices from unseen lips, mutilated bodies, gallons of blood, the Necromonicon, eternal life lived forever in insanity. It's all there with enough scary overused horror-based adjectives to choke a Shoggoth with.
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