You’re hiking through the darker, haunted part of the woods that your parents had always forbidden you to explore. A few miles in, the fog is much thicker and you are tempted to crawl onto a layer and take a nap.
You continue, though, and eventually come across some castle ruins. All that stand are moldy brick walls marking the perimeter.
You step closer and find a single skull protruding from the soft earth. Vines have sprouted from its eyes and nose; from between the teeth and the cracks in its cranium. Each one looks a little bit different: some are beautiful, some grotesque, some humorous. Some are green and thriving with blossoms, while others appear dead, but are still strong.
You kneel for a closer look, and you can hear them whispering to you. They are each eager to share a story. You listen awhile, entertained but feeling your sanity slip away.
Realizing this, you try to stand but rotted hands reach from the soil and pull you back. You aren’t going anywhere.
Welcome to Skullvines Press.
The Abyss Walker series by Shane Moore
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Horror
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Humor (Adult)
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Post-Apocalyptic
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Gross-out Collections
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Poetry
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Plays
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