Stephen R. King

“Nina opened the book to the first painting and widened her eyes. It was of a dark forest with a hint of glowing blue light in the background. The trees stood like the silhouettes of soldiers in formation, awaiting commands. Nina couldn’t turn the page – this painting was luring her into an enchanted and mysterious world.”
― Stephen R. King, Dark Love The Underground

“The air around me was comforting and dark. I forgot how sunlight felt, what colors were. I was suspended through space, and all of the stars had been devoured by black holes. I couldn’t see anything because there was nothing. The only thing I recognized was sound. Like raindrops falling onto glass, but magnified, filling me up until I couldn’t think. I forgot about human constructs—time, and language. I no longer felt my body, as if it were no longer attached to me. Then I forgot my name. With nothing else to hold onto, I clung to the nothingness. Life was absence, and subtraction. It no longer contained meaning, and I no longer understood the concept of consciousness. I reveled in the darkness. It was me, the dark, and the frosted sound. And then I woke up.”
― Stephen R. King, The Sickness