Good evening my friends and visitors, I am Doctor Contortrix.
Please make yourself at home, if you dare.
Sanguine short stories, thrilling thoughts, and fetid ramblings are just a few things you may find around the lab. Amongst the high-voltage equipment, test tubes, and experimental instruments of fiction, iniozed-thoughts cling in the shadows.
Be forewarned that language --foul and festering-- may occasionally be splattered about. All matters in these posts are fictious, even the real ones! All fictitious names have been changed to even more fictitious names to double-protect the innocent, and not so innocent, no matter how nearly-departed.
What better day to start set off on this, ahem! ...undertaking, than All Hallows Eve.
Please visit often and read by the flickers of undulating candlelight that sputter and glow in my mind.
Stay at your own risk! Or get a room at the local inn if you prefer. I should tell you, I hear the place is haunted. Poor Mrs. Bunsen, the Plague Doctor and former resident, couldn't be saved by her own science. Now she clings to her faith and her razor-sharp silver crucifix. She sometimes performs "unauthorized procedures" on the unexpecting, and expecting, guests alike. I suppose she sees it as a two-for-one type affair in the latter case. So if you hear the tippety-tap of old leather shoes precede the creaking of your door, be prepared for a long and torturous night.
I hope to see a few souls stop-in when I toss out the first of my posts in the coming days.
TLDR: This all-fiction story blog is completely fictitious and any ideas of it exist only in the minds of its readers. The blog will be updated in the coming days with the first post. Damn it! I swear in here. It is an experimental lab and sometime shit goes awry.
Thank you and enjoy your visits in the deep recesses of madness.