I have a secret, but it ain’t much of one. In fact, if you’ve read any one of my two books currently available, it’s highly likely that you are already privy to this secret of mine.
But, to spare you the dangers of experiencing this for yourself, I’ll let you in on it now.
I like creepy shit.
I mean, I really like creepy shit.
The eerier, the better.
The darker, bleaker, nastier – the more appealing, alluring and beautiful I find it.
There’s a certain inability to resist weird shit that I can’t battle, no matter how much I think I may like normal stuff. No amount of blue jeans and manicures can disguise the fact that haunts are somehow, strangely, my shit.
Take, for instance, this scene I had far too much fun turning from a heartfelt lovemaking session into a twisted, hell-drenched nightmare:
The demon’s eyes flashed in the darkness surrounding him—it bled from his cuticles and pores, seeping out like sentient shadows. It drenched everything. Those eyes were sparsely light azore and cutting as they rolled into the back of his head. Silver-white hair fell away from his shoulders.
His lips stretched in a humorless grin to reveal endless rows of razors for teeth—the mouth of a starved shark. An animal basking in blackness, its skin paper-white. His arms stretched out beside him, his head tilted back, and there wasn’t a sound around for miles.
Until the angel rose from the ground like a phoenix from flame. He was dark as night, with blood-red eyes and glass for hair, smiling, diamonds embedded in his teeth.
His black hands slithered up the demon’s form until it wrapped around his throat. They watched each other, both hungry, sad, eager and lost.
Then they kissed, crystal cutting quartz, and sank into each other like oil and milk—coal and sugar—blood and water—sightless and soundless and sinking, steadily sinking, into concrete.
Then there are these cool, creepy photographs that I stumbled upon and fell instantly in love with:
And if you take a look at my Readability list, you’ll see titles like:
And you can pretty much scroll to any given pin on my “visuals” board and find random pockets of awesome like this:
Every once in a while, I’ll forget. I’ll be thinking on and on about morbid shit and suddenly come back to reality, remembering how demented my dreams are isn’t a usual thing for most people. I’m okay with being weird – and into weird shit – but I wanna know about you.
How about it? Do you like the dark stuff or prefer to keep it light? And if either, why?