a narrative which would bring one into the nightmares of a horror writer. In the narration as told through the eyes of the writer himself. In the tradition of the short stories that were published in Weird Tales.
"From what would be from the mirrors of myself -- it would be while I would sit among the congregation without a face that they would always be in the masquarade." from Forlorn -- A Vinette
In the one which is never knowing where in the place in time as the dream echoes the period when I was still in the church, when I saw myself at the age of 18 in 1994. That would become the setting for the dream as this is written as I draw the details out from a vague memory. In which it was seen from my eyes then when I was a devote man of God, but now as I am writing through a pair of eyes that seen things of what cannot be described humanly. Hell is the closest thing one can describe of the details within the dream, de pointe noire The times from being in the hospital that the dreams began, and they continued from various years onward from there. From the dwelling thoughts as they remain from the dreams that echo the winters becoming, though the seasons if it being gone but all inside which is coming within the hours of night. The hours where in one’s thoughts are the only thing that keeps them company — that draws from the hours inside the dreams as they seem among the vague. That all which comes in the details of the dream that appear all so real where one does not want to wake up. It would be in the dream which foreshadows the ever present horrors — which one as they see the figure staring back at them. Remembering as they were from the hours as they were facing up — in the places which described as de pointe noire. In the eyes of the one who is writing this — the dreams seem to unfold as different chapters of a novel, or acts in a play as the changes of settings would invoke them. Knowing as they would appear so unclear to the senses or if the dreams are so vivid in their darkness that one would not wish to wake up. As from the times of now as I write them, echoing from the years when I was between the ages of 18 and 19 years of age. Where they began in the year of 1994 after when I started going to church, but even then they did not seem to add together. From the town within the dream it was a version of Wheaton that was not as what would be seen in the eyes of the waking. Describing the Bible belt town as what I saw in the dream was a picture darker than what would be in the eyes of a surreal painter. The foretelling of what is there knowing — it is in the horrors seen where I did not want to wake up; that comes from the sleep as one is facing up. In the eyes of which is spoken from the perspective of the giver of sermons that comes within the patterns of a hell they don’t want to wake up to in the dreams of them. Which comes in the eyes which are written in the vinette of time — which is among the forloned dream, in the vinette of the patterns of the forlorn thinking man. As according to the nightmare surgeon which comes during the perspective of the Christian woman — maybe not. Of what is seen in the perspective of the one who is writing this — that comes within the years passed, but dreams that come after the hours inside, the dwelling of what comes from lost dimensions of their mind. In the dreams which they write of what stands among their personal twilight zone. As when they describe them or when I write of them here, the horrors in the nightmares appear so vivid where one does not want to wake up. From which it comes within de pointe noire, being from the times of hours fading within the sleep and dreams as all that died appeared in the nightmares in one time or another. Which it is walking in the shadow of the persistence of memory that it is there among the dreams of the man who was once a man of faith — as to when the time when they believed in God, but when the breakdown dwindles and the presence is nonexistent. Becoming from the forlorn thoughts as one sees them dwelling among the flock of ravens perched on an Assemblies of God church. From their denial of the nightmares become the justification of their faith as they are spoken in silence. In their eyes and if one wrote of the dreams which echo the pointe de noire, they would convince one that it should not even be placed in ink. Being from the patterns of telling as they were from the dream, being that they would not want to wake up from them. Where it seeps further into their sleep and the sleep of the writer — being as it comes in the places of time, that in the time — 1994, which is written in the dreams as one sees themselves as they once were before they descend into the pointe noire. In the patterns of the weird and bizarre that one describes the cycle dwelling inside. During the darkness that dwells in their dreams that they don’t wake from as they go deeper into their personal twilight zone. Where it would stand among their words within the dream, “what ever is pure, what ever is lovely think on these things” — to realize that all of that would only rest in the eye of the beholder. In the pointe noire where they cannot begin to describe of their nightmares or what remains of their dreams — maybe not. Where they become of the patterns of the speculated dreams, being as seconds feel as weeks as their twilight zone shows from different angles of their darkness. That where to them which is among the vague but as I stood there looking at myself when I was then 18, while he was looking at me, now in the twenties. Which he was looking at himself, that him being me as I would describe the dream between de pointe noire. Even as when their sermons were given, that even when they don’t know as the dreams in their mind dwindle on, maybe not. Beneath where the sleeping of the sick become in the dreams as they were — from where I put into the record of the dream as it was there, from the forlorn narrative. Beneath the eyes of the sleeping, the dreams which become among the vague and coherent — maybe as one fines the words, perhaps not. Nor the words one can describe of the dream as it festers within the place as Wheaton, Illinois. Among the dreams as infesting within the sleep as a cockroach in an apartment that was ran down within a project, that it would be among the infestation of their dreams telling as it is in the horror. As so many eyes from above looking down at the person who lays asleep. From the imagination as the patterns are drawn into the pages of ones narrative — telling of what stands there among the night which the rest of society is in slumber. Between the mind and the eyes of the 18 version of myself, the no telling of what descends into de pointe noire. That all which is written within stirring from the dreams as they were from the 24 hour coma — the echoes which come from the time in the hospital in 1999, the vague and ominous dreams that were there during the time. From the echoing shadow of their dream which becomes the memory which time tried to leave a shadow of it — all traces being erased from existence in time as they echo de pointe noire. Deeper from the words describing from the point de noire of the vague becoming in the dreams within shadow. Following in the cycle of mine which faith and darkness fall into one place — maybe not, though it was there from the dream as I write of them within the pages as they become from these pages. As from where among the places telling, from where they are not able to describe in mere sentences or words — the thoughts that are inhabiting their dreams as they become among them describing the place known as de pointe noire. As from the beginning of their dreams — which they have no way of telling which they change from one into the next. How in one’s mine as the dreams stir around within patterns of shadows await their awaking — deeper as they fall where they see the eyes of the ravens staring on as they perch on the head of the steeple. In a narration describe a place as Wheaton, a predominately Christian town in a conservative county — as the dream would be the surreal details among the town which belongs to the faith community. The darkness as it is there within the pages of a dream as the sleep within the mind festers into the waking eyes as one records the dream — one as the patterns sees them in one way or another; maybe not. Times which the dreams have returned in the reoccurring cycles, no telling as they become. Where I would fall asleep and dream, that from the dreams becoming so realistic that I would not want to wake up. Descending from the night falls into the hours waning into the daylight — even in the hours of day where one falls into the dream within de pointe noire. From the years of when the man of faith tried to make sense of the darkness that was the dreams within the hours of sleep. In where one describes of them — the time which is the factor of the knowing, the no telling which among the details draw from the vague. Dividing in the mine as one saw everything inside their patterns as drawn from their personal twilight zone; when hours descend from the hours of the real, maybe not. Hours where in I see my own eyes facing up at the eyelids observing de pointe noire, from the dream where I describe as I was looking at myself at the age of 18. The 18 year old version of myself had no idea who I was as he was looking at me in my 20s. The telling of the dream as I was looking at the one who was once a man of God, and he was looking asking — how does someone who had a strong faith and quoted scripture turned out to be ominous. The doors that open to the cycle of the nightmares dwelling of the patterns of the numb. Where the 18 year old version oneself was looking at the version of self in the 20s — the horrors seen that would become; that would become among the shadows of the darkness dwelling in the mind of the forlorn. Becoming as it is from the coherent, that it is from the mind of the sleeping as recorded on the page — maybe not, understanding from that would be never comprehended. In the ominous sleep that becomes among the dreams that draw from de pointe noire.
After Satan negotiates a pact with God and unleashes his army of demons, a secret sect battles a diabolical prophecy that threatens humanity.
Release Date: November 21, 2018
