ArtMack

    Crash!    Small debris cluttered the floor—a massive gauntlet nestled in the hole it made. As it pulled back, a crumpled piece of paper fell. A woman printed on the page was very young in face with blue pigtails, pale skin, and bloodshot eyes. Indeed, the creases only served to make the eerie smile even more twisted.    “The face of a maniac...” muttered the sheriff.    “The face of Jinx.” added Vi.    Vi was not normally the type to be serious. She was cocky, stubborn, and maybe even too brash for her own good, but considering her upbringing; an impoverished child having to survive in the lawless stree

 Rain poured down, pounding against the earth in a barrage of needle sharp attacks, that, despite the harmless look, would likely be acidic and painful should it ever touch the flesh. It was dark, shrouded in mist and a thick feeling of uneasiness, like every day in the Shadow Isle. The trees glowed a faint blue, like electricity that was dulled, flowing through the branches and providing some sort of light. In the distance, the soft howling and wailing of souls who were being taken in by death echoed through the trees. It was a sound that the ears grew accustomed to after so long. Living here, it became a comforting sound, as if a reminder t