The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip That started from this tropic port Aboard this tiny ship.

I think I remember why I shelved Possession some time ago.

It made me go to dark places.

Stray thoughts were forming just now, and coalesced into a line of dialogue. (This is how A Song For Rachel began.)

Ten words.

Told me everything I need to know about the antagonist.

The protagonist just called him Eddie.

I already don’t like him.