BE AFRAID with Torson Kipton Torson Kipton - Narrative Ntwk

Poetry perches on a lofty mantle, out of reach of we plebs and unlearned fools. It refreshment of language fit only for the lips greater beings. Except it's not, and all that bluster is for the TRASH BIN. I wrote my own poetry, horror author style. The sunset is a putrid thing, is it not?

Philip sat down for a cup of coffee that tasted like Summer Goose. We tried it because it was NEW. The alternative is finding what you like and having it again and again. That'll break your knees.

Kyle D. Garrett is a new horror author like myself, and goes by the moniker Kreepy Keelay when narrating. That's right, two fresh horror writer/narrators opening up the world of vivid imagination.

A story for an audience of one, jokes timed for unique ears, and game night forged in the fires of diverging plots. This is when writing becomes completely unprofessional, and boy, is it a lark.

Fickle, treacherous, and enigmatic, the infamous "inspiration," is as alluring as the blue moon. She's also just as cold, and visits as infrequently. But when I have her, she's all mine. My Precious.

A cholo wanted to throw down, and it tested the growth of my character this day. It was a story if redemption, personal growth, and the treacherous human condition. Also: growth's influence on art.