Wake up, you're getting high on your own supply
Oh baby... you're still alive when you could've died.

Hey there. My name is Kevin.

I really enjoy writing horror, it makes me happy. :D I'm obsessed with horror, the macabre, and spiders.

I'm agnostic.

I've played the violin for seven years.

Music: Malice Mizer, Dir en grey, Plastic Tree, Tegan and Sara, the Candy Spooky Theater, Angelspit, Cat Power, Lady Gaga...

Movies: Dawn of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, Ichi the Killer, Audition, Imprint, Juno, Pan's Labyrinth...

Books: A Clockwork Orange, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Through the Looking-Glass, Angels and Demons, 1984, the Catcher in the Rye, Twilight, World War Z...

Inspirations: Salad Fingers, Begotten, Audition, Imprint, Stillste Stund, Malice Mizer, classical music (particularly that of Beethoven and Dvorak)

"I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." - Mahatma Ghandi

"I think everyone's bisexual to some degree or another; it's just a question of whether or not you choose to recognize it and embrace it. Personally, I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You'd be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavors." - Bjork

These are my ideas...

A Little Black Bird: With him, he brought disease. With him, he brought suffering. As soon as he had come, he flew into the heavens, taking the lives of the innocent with him. He was determined to bring the plague back.

Obscura: He was always thought of as a strange man, "vampire" some called him. The children had games where they would see who could get the closest to his house without getting frightened. He was indeed a strange man. The children never got close enough to hear the screaming or smell the bodies, perfectly posed for the ideal image of suffering.

(Lacking a title, as of now): In the middle of the Dust Bowl, as dust storms battered the Great Plains, life was hard. In Wichita, Kansas, children and babies began to disappear; pregnant women had miscarriages. It could not be explained. Hell had come in more ways than one.

Model Relationship: She was just photographing a band. Yes, one of the biggest metal bands in America with one of the hottest singers to ever live, but it should have been just another job. Then it happened, he kissed her. Yes, it was probably just a cruel joke, but she couldn't help but falling for him. Now she's using her job as a photographer to get closer to him. Will she be his, or will his wild, metal-loving ways be too much for her?

DOGS: "How does one define the paternal roles of same-sex relationships?" God, that sounds like the opening to some professor's lecture on the home life of children adopted by gay couples. But really, uh, where am I supposed to fall, exactly?