Writ & Ruin by J.W. Arthur (ba-BUM ba-BUM ba-BUM ba-BUM ba-BUM) I gave them breath, my essence sealed in ink, then loosed each in a dark 'n hellish place. I sowed the seeds of horror, made them think, and saw life bloom near death with fragile grace. The tales were traps, not triumphs—wounds, not wins, I cheered 'n watched as fate would test them all. Each fought their sins and madness spawned within, some lived—most died, 'n many missed their call. I prayed they'd break beyo

The attention to detail in my current work has been very demanding. Given the legacy of my cinematic and literary horror influences, one...