Micropasta: Because a Rock Doesn't BleedMicropasta: Because a Rock Doesn’t BleedMicropasta: Because a Rock Doesn't Bleed by ShackleSoul
My attic used to be empty, just wasted space in a house I wasn’t even spending very much time in to begin with. So between that and the fact that it had no windows and bore excellent soundproofing, naturally it was the best place to set up the Apparatus.
“Why was I created?” it says to me, as I tinker with the machine which gave birth to it.
The creature is disgusting, too disgusting for mere words, even to my wholly objective eyes. The Apparatus no more understands the intricacies of sentient life than I do, so when I utilized the thing for its intended purpose of creating life from inanimate filth, the result turned out about as well as you could expect.
“Why was I created?” it repeats.
I am normally not this cruel. Really, I swear. But like a Human, sometimes I do horrific things without even really knowing why. I simply carry out the action without paying any heed to the ever-important questi
Micropasta: Dead to HerselfMicropasta: Dead to HerselfMicropasta: Dead to Herself by ShackleSoul
She looked perfect. Her pale skin, ashen hair, and grey eyes all spoke a monochrome language of beauty. It was a darn shame that she happened to be dead. The only marring facet of the thirty-something's beauty was her wrinkled and slightly bloated flesh, a distinct giveaway to the manner of her death.
The practically-opaque sheets of rain outside and constantly booming thunder made it hard to hear, especially given the constant creaks of the basement of this old bordello that was now being used for a distinctly different purpose.
“Tilt her neck a little, that’s not a natural positioning. Yes, yes, like that” the photographer stated, giving directions to his understudy of sorts in their cramped studio.
And yet, this wasn’t the lair of a serial killer. Not in the slightest. The year was 1881, and Death Portraits were still the only practical method of photographing a person. After all, dead people don’t twitch or fid