wreact t1_iy30pa1 wrote on November 28, 2022 at 10:43 AM

Reply to Before the storm, me, air-dry clay, 2022 by liskaflower

This is absolutely stunning work.

wreact t1_itd1ith wrote on October 22, 2022 at 6:34 PM

Reply to [WP] Hell was exactly as you thought it was going to be. Thrown into a shallow lake of fire, you burned. Screaming in unimaginable pain, your torment seemed eternal while the demons looked on, and laughed. A hundred years of burning flesh sent you mad. A thousand years was intolerable. After ten tho by CMDR_Crook

You stand up. Numb but in control. You defy the raucous laughter that held you down and you stand.

You glare them in the eyes and mock their horror and declare yourself for the absurd.

“This is no hell for hell is torment and this is now my comfort. You laugh but no longer for you will see the misery that I brought upon myself in life has been paid in death. What once was the sweet kisses of my lover have formed into bitter hisses of pain and then they have evolved to know them as sweet kisses of the cosmic. No, when one can rejoice in pain is when pain will never have the same effect.”

You laugh maniacally at the retreating horrors as all sparks flee before you leaving you in darkness. To be claimed. By the absurd.