Mysteral posted at 10:01AM Fri, 04 March 2016 - #4256580

I guess I write because I am a repressed serial killer. Kidnap, torture and murder seem to be frowned upon in real life. I blame everything on my undead muse, Monique, who was brutally murdered some fifty years ago -- not by me, I hasten to add. Apparently, she was buried in a shallow grave somewhere in the grounds of my property. Occult horror is my chosen genre. I often wish I was a better CGI artist. A gory picture can emulate 1000 words of horror.

I used to have a muse too... She was a mean alcoholic and would often fall asleep under my car... Sadly, one day I backed over her on the way out... Actually, I was in quite a hurry and it was a '72 Pontiac Catalina with the 400 CID and four barrel holly carbs... and I pretty much floored it in reverse. It's very sad hosing muse particles out of your wheel wells and trying blast them out of the ground in muse streaks left on the asphalt. I got over it though.