hamsterr

"Alright, have it your way. I'll go easy on you, but don't start cryin' like a punk when I show you what's up!"

We, Cryptids

Horror · FrozenEntropy

On the wall of a building next to the complex, he noticed something strange. Small and shivering sat a dog, its coat of brown fur flattened as it was drenched. Whimpering and shaking, it had been curled up into a ball, eyes firmly shut with its head resting on the concrete pathway. Its stomach, if you could even call it that, was more akin to a stretch of skin that wrapped around its ribs, which were visibly outlined along its belly. Alone and under the unforgiving torrent, its chest rose and fell softly, lacking the vigor one would expect of a young pup like itself.

We, Cryptids

Horror · FrozenEntropy

They both slammed their utensils down at the same time, finishing in unison. The boy's grin, a boundless crescent stitched into the fabric of his face, preceded his abundant laughter when he realized he had tied with his cheating father.

We, Cryptids

Horror · FrozenEntropy

A young boy slid into the room and rushed to the side of the bed, mildly tugging on his father's arm. His wide eyes of wonder danced with raw excitement as he tried to awaken his papa. Most days, the child would be snugly tucked under his blankets and sheets for hours longer, but this was not just any day. The sky wept beautiful crystals of ice and fluff. Winter begins, truly, when the land is first tinted white with snowfall. Even still, every kid knows that there are both real and fake snow days. The false ones are awfully deceptive, beginning with light flurries that promise to thicken and coat the ground substantially, only to peter out and melt away before it has a chance to stick. The true ones, and the one that presented itself that day, delivered on its oath to cover the world, the homes, and the trees as far as the eye could see.

We, Cryptids

Horror · FrozenEntropy