SSS

I'm having the worst. writers block. ever.

So bad that I've composed a writers suicide note - no, not killing myself, just my inner muse who's doing a sucky ass job - that I'm posting for my contribution day at Nights of Passion on Tuesday. 

In honor of my god-awful writers block, you get a depressing six sentences from my work-in-not-progress. *sigh*

They say the screams could be heard a mile away from the ominous fortress. His mind was strong. It took longer than anticipated to break it. But Marwolaeth Du was known for far worse than breaking the will of strong men.

After many long months, the man who woke children in the night with his terrified pleas, came out of Marwolaeth Du a changed man. A man with a soul as stained as the fresh ink on his skin.

Six Sentence Sunday!

I'm finally writing again!!!!

Took a long time off (too long) and I'm finally back! So I have a brand new snippet to show you from a brand new WIP (work in progress).

So here's my SSS - be nice, it's still a baby ;)

His colleagues whispered “soulless” behind his back. What was a soul anyway but a fanciful notion?

Maddox Blackwell stayed outside the room. Inside, he was Ink Man. Head of Marwolaeth Du, Fortress of Night. And he knew no mercy.

He opened the door to the room and his world rocked.