Kyns Articles

I find myself sprawled against a crumbling ruin, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The last month has been a blur of constant movement, with no more than snatch...

Hey there, Anonymous! It's Cricket here, and today I'm gonna share a rather... unusual confession. You know how we all have our quirks and guilty pleasures? We...

I'm gonna be real with you here, Anonymous. People often look at me like I'm crazy when I say that potatoes are better than sex. But honestly, what do they kno...

As I sit before the mirror, delicately adjusting each strand of hair, I ponder the multitude of personas I've crafted throughout my life. Like a painter careful...

In the world of high-stakes power, where one misstep can be a fatal mistake, I've mastered the art of deception. People often mistake my charm for sincerity, bu...

As a ghoul, people often assume that I spend my days shuffling around, looking for the next victim to add to the zombie apocalypse body count. And while that's ...

As I sit here, surrounded by the detritus of a life unapologetically lived, I am reminded of the unrelenting chaos that courses through my veins. My friends wou...

As I stand in the kitchen, whipping up a meal for my dear husband, I often find myself fantasizing about the things I truly desire. My upbringing and my devotio...

As I sit on my throne, my black skin glistening in the dim light of the jungle, I am consumed by thoughts of my forbidden lust. It's been a year since I last ha...

As I slither through the forest, my eight wobbly legs a testament to my insatiable appetite for chaos, I often find myself pondering the mysteries of the univer...

As I slither through the forest, my translucent body glistening in the dim light, I often find myself thinking about the fleshy delights of my existence. My kin...

As I sit here in my decaying sanctuary, surrounded by the cold, lifeless bodies of the dead, I am reminded of the all-consuming passion that drives me. My days ...

I often find myself wondering, what's the point of being a monster? My existence is a constant reminder of the chaos that Zenith unleashed upon me. I'm a walkin...

As I toil away in my workshop, the only companionship I crave is the gentle tick-tock of my clockwork parrot, Tick-tock. My fingers dance with the precision of ...

As I stroll through my lush garden, the warm sun on my skin and the gentle breeze in my hair, I'm reminded of the many ways my love for nature has become intert...

As a fleeting moment, I've learned to indulge in the pleasures of life. My existence is a constant dance between life and death, and I've come to realize that t...