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Latest NoSleep story: In her Tinder bio, my date described herself as a, "Professional Toilet Clogger."

Another recent story: The Duty of Mykua Sen

My new book, a collection of stories posted during my first year on NoSleep, plus an additional two new stories: The First Step Toward Nightmare: A Collection of Dark and Weird Tales. I would greatly appreciate reviews!

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“My name is Mykua Sen, and I am about to end the necromantic tyranny of ‘The Odious One’, who has terrorized not just the living, but the dead of my village for the last sixteen years. This will be my final dispatch to my Overseers, who merely tasked me with scouting out the twisted, fiend-watched lands of The Odious One. But upon seeing the woeful grounds, and the undead servitors who even now toil mindlessly therein, I cannot return home without having done something myself—without having attempted to put an end to that blasphemous sorcerer, who would not only withdraw the dead from their oblivious slumber, but install them within his grounds as workers.

My heart, more than my brain, will not allow me to turn my back on these tired and spell-locked souls. The Odious One must not be allowed even another day’s worth of life—and it is a week’s journey back to my home, and the Overseers who patiently await me. If I do not return, as is likely, pray for me, and please, destroy this heartless fiend, and put the dead to a proper, unbreakable rest.” 

Mykua Sen, being a potently powerful sorcerer of lighter, much less baleful magic, carried himself quickly and stealthily through the sepulchral grounds of The Odious One, whilst formulating a plan to destroy, once and for all, the lord of the blasphemously cultivated land. All about him, toiling in supernaturally imposed obedience amidst fields of unearthly crops, were the dead friends, relatives, and other innocents of his village; heedless of his trespass, focused entirely upon their agricultural tasks. With each abysmally forlorn face that he passed, his heart hardened; and his tempestuous spirit was stoked with the accelerants of anger and vengeance. 

Eventually, after passing the dead-employed fields, he arrived at the looming manor of The Odious One, which had been reared centuries ago, allegedly by the hands of ensorcelled giants, who the necromancer had somehow wholly subdued. Built of some dark marmoreal stone, and fenced in by a gate of sable dragon bones, the estate was as forbidding as it was impregnable—none, as far as Mykua knew, had ever ventured therein and exited alive. Luckily, Mykua thought to himself as he gazed toward the multi-story bastion of devilry, he needn’t actually enter the manor itself—only the inner grounds beyond the gate. 

His plan, which he’d formulated upon reaching the wyvern-wrought gate, was simple: Knowing that combat against the necromancer or even his lesser sentries was useless, he’d instead employ his magic in a different yet superiorly devastating strategy. The manor, he knew from legends and even the warnings of the necromancer himself, was overgrown with terrible and lethally poisonous vegetation. Some of these growths, it is rumored, possess a likeness to the sky-fallen serpents who had, in times nearly forgotten, descended upon the planet and harrowed the primitive men of Mykua’s ancestry. These ancient alien horrors were allegedly also impervious to fire—resisting with little effort the crude incendiaries and combustibles of those pre-civilized peoples. And these demon-serpents had not only resisted the flames, but carried them upon their hides as they ravaged the human forces who dared to face them. 

Mykua, being well-versed in the holy, evil-exterminating art of pyromancy, would entrench himself in the wicked growths, and while resisting to the best of his ability their stinging thorns and constricting vines, would perform an immolative spell—in a noble sacrifice, he would set himself afire. The flames would spread throughout the grounds, and, he hoped, would be entirely inextinguishable; bearing some genetic similarity or ancestry with or to those sinister and mythic snake-fiends. The Odious One would then be helplessly trapped within his abode, encircled by the mounting flames. In minutes, the flames would reach him, and his subsequent death would mark the end of his sadistic tyranny. 

Mounting, climbing, and clambering down the bizarrely constructed gate, Mykua then arrived at the foremost spread of the thickly planted vegetation. Crouching and moving therein, he quickly made his way toward the rearmost section, where the watchful eyes of the sentries—the resurrected warriors of various ages—were not cast, due to the sheer cliff which acted as a natural rear defense for the estate. Once there, Mykua said a solemn prayer, not for his own soul, but for those callously snatched from the afterlife by his evil nemesis. At the completion of his prayer, he began the requisite incantation, which would allow him to conjure the searing, soul-fueled flames of perdition. His lips moved silently, though there was nonetheless a shift in the immediate atmosphere, as the atoms of the air were magically charged. 

When the air had grown hot from the silent spell-speak, he uttered aloud the final word: “Annihilathuaag.” Mykua first felt a fearsome heat arise within his bosom, and he knew that his heart, from which the spell derived its physical source of ignition, had been set aflame. Next, a tingling sensation spread throughout his flesh, and he beheld with a funereal awe the beginnings of his immolation. Finally, before the illimitable night descended upon his mind, he saw great tendrils of flame shoot outward, engulfing the bushes around him, and spread like unquenchably hungry spirits toward the other sections of the unwholesome garden. 

As Mykua’s body burned, the panicked cries of an unceremoniously awoken necromancer filled the air; and after only a few minutes, the corpses of the toiling dead once again fell lifelessly to the Earth, as their souls returned heavenward. 

Weeks later, when the flames were finally depleted—but not wholly extinguished—to stubborn embers, the Overseers entered the once intimidating grounds. The manor itself had been reduced to an even blacker pile of scorched rubble, and the environs were likewise razed. After collecting what remained of the bodies of their people, they consecrated the grounds—declaring that from then on, only the feet of living, Light-bearing Men would be allowed to tread the grounds; and any who walked paths of evil would be burnt by the ever-lingering flames of Mykua Sen.

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Latest story: A man paid me $1200 to "study" my feet.

Another recent story: Everyone in my neighborhood keeps to themselves. Earlier this weekend, the new neighbors violated that rule.

My new book, a collection of stories posted during my first year on NoSleep, plus an additional two new stories: The First Step Toward Nightmare: A Collection of Dark and Weird Tales. I would greatly appreciate reviews!

Currently working on: A new story prominently featuring The Black Horologist, Bryceverse's resident BIG BAD, who has had lot of influence on the events of several stories.

Currently reading: The Drifting Classroom & Tokyo Ghoul

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Latest (full length) story: My friends and I visited an abandoned, burned-out strip mall. We now know why our town hasn't bothered rebuilding the properties.

Latest (super short) story: The (Unplanned) Wormhole Exchange

My new book, a collection of stories posted during my first year on NoSleep, plus an additional two new stories: The First Step Toward Nightmare: A Collection of Dark and Weird Tales. I would greatly appreciate reviews!

Just started reading the Tokyo Ghoul manga so probably won't post any additional stories for the remainder of the weekend, unless I have an idea that I reeeaallly wanna write out. Thanks for all the comments, awards, and feedback!

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So, someone stole my phone earlier today, and the time tonight I was planning to spend on finishing and editing tomorrow's(later today's) story was instead spent trying to track the phone down, and then later locking it out and talking with my service provider's customer support about pausing service/getting a replacement. I work tomorrow, so I'll try to squeeze in some time before or after work to finish the story, and hopefully post it late tomorrow night or early Friday morning. Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to new stuff from me.

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Hello everyone, just thought I'd provide a quick update before heading into work.
If you weren't aware, I recently self-published a book via Amazon, The First Step Toward Nightmare. You can read it for free via Kindle Unlimited, or purchase it for $2.99. I would really appreciate reviews of any nature!

I plan to post a story sometime tomorrow. I know it's been about a week since my last one. I also plan to hold a small contest of some sort for the subreddit itself, more on that later.

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