Short stories, for now. Hopefully the kind that make it hard for adults to sleep at night and make children cry. Why? because, there are times when a man’s need to share his horrors overcomes all reason, and he must find an outlet. The things I’ve seen in my mind’s eye are too horrible to be ignored: they must be written. And once they are written, they stay with me, terrorizing me day and night until I can find someone to share them with.
You, reader, are that someone – if you exist. If not, I will pour my demons and nightmares and hellish dreamscapes into the void of the internet all the same, because honestly, they can’t stay here in my mind with me. Someone’s likely to get hurt.
So read, and let my nightmares become yours – it’s the least I can do.
– Ben Pienaar