Baphomae

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StoryThe Author Baphomae011 years 4 months ago
StoryConey Island smvalera112 years 3 months ago
StoryYoung and Heartless smvalera212 years 3 months ago
StoryImmure Baphomae012 years 3 months ago
StoryHarlem's Taunting Pt. I (2007) Baphomae312 years 8 months ago
StoryFimbulvetr Baphomae012 years 8 months ago
StoryBe thy Shame Baphomae212 years 8 months ago
StoryBettering of Yesterday Baphomae012 years 8 months ago
StoryCrawling Chaos Baphomae012 years 8 months ago
StoryTraum; Distraught Baphomae012 years 9 months ago
StoryDe Mon Désespoir Baphomae012 years 9 months ago
StoryChildren of Three Baphomae212 years 9 months ago
Blog entryStrangers Baphomae012 years 11 months ago
StoryValcon Alley Pt. I Baphomae012 years 11 months ago
StoryHymn Baphomae713 years 3 months ago
StoryLa mort est mon lot Baphomae513 years 3 months ago
StoryIt all. Baphomae313 years 3 months ago
StoryHaunt Baphomae513 years 3 months ago
StoryPersecution Baphomae313 years 3 months ago
StorySuri Baphomae313 years 3 months ago

My stories

Haunt

By Baphomae on Sun, 10 Feb 2013

Harsh liquors stained the breath for when the silence was not appealing; The counter is unattractive in appearance and to tap its wooden build, it feels to crumble.
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Suri

By Baphomae on Tue, 05 Feb 2013

She kept about the wall that was opposition to my backside; Where the thick of wood and plaster gave a the bind of her spine to mine, the mimicking of her I could feel.
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La mort est mon lot

By Baphomae on Tue, 05 Feb 2013

Sound sub-dued, beyond its twinning; The ridges of legs that glided across its thread of silk, spindling downward from the
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De Mon Désespoir

By Baphomae on Tue, 05 Feb 2013

Mute, hung the valves from its cemented ceiling; It's knob cranked with a decibel of metal shriek.
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Persecution

By Baphomae on Tue, 05 Feb 2013

9 315 562, 232 55 315 [ I can not; but we can] I heard the echoing of my own maniacal laughter, and the frantics of screaming that came soon after; It was mine.
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