J.W. ARTHUR - OFFICIAL
Writ & Ruin
by J.W. Arthur
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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 beyond by their accord,
a path untouched by plot or guiding hand.
The pain became a truth I most explored,
a legacy I now refuse to brand.
So here I am, my pride a quiet ache,
I'd write that hurt again for truth's own sake.
Inspired by the character-driven works of Stephen King and Dean Koontz.
© 2025 by J.W. Arthur. All rights reserved.
