The Whorehouse is up. The Church is up. Hell continues on for Micheal Grin as I dig further into his story of insanity and nightmares. With one of the hardest parts written and done with, I can move on to work my way towards the end.
The end. That is my goal. Isn't it for everyone? I have well over a dozen chapters left to the story, yet all i can do is stare ahead to the end. I want it told. I want this story of horror and madness written down. For me it is like the masturbation of vision, my ecstatic release of what I think horror should be. Never was this story a tale of monster cars or apocalyptic cell phones. There are no disgruntled teenage girls or aggressive bees.
It is madness. The most horrifying tales are those that the writer fears. I created Hell.
And I love it.
I'm excited about getting the story done. Can't you tell?

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