The Parody Blog

Keeping things nice and easy, here’s a second one:
Angel sat back in her chair, watching the Russian pace the dark and somehow monstrous terrace in his hideously antique clothing. Outside, the eldritch wind howled, bringing to her mind the mindless piping of flutes at the universe’s dark heart, where nameless shambling things dance […]

For the first post, a nice easy one:
Angel sat back in her chair. Through her mirrorshades she watched the Russian pace the balcony. As he spoke into his phone, a gust of wind blew through the doors to her - rotting chrome and burnt neon. She shivered.
The sun dimmed as he walked […]