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A review by karlakayjenniges
Smolder by Michael R. Goodwin
4.0
"It was everywhere, and in these woods, it was everything and it was Nothing."
Dark and desolate. Lonely and isolated. One mans journey into the deep dark of the woods.
"It was so dark, he could feel the weight of it on his skin."
The Nothing was all around, waiting in the darkness to consume that which crossed it's path of agonizing doom.
Truly dark and disturbing in many ways, this has a creeping depth that gives us not only human loneliness, feelings of loss, hurt, and heartache, but an all consuming, obtrusive being. A being that's only substance is a smolder. It spreads, it searches, it turns everything in its wake to dust and ashes. It was the Nothing that was and is now the Nothing that is.
The ever present foreboding creates a sense of gloom and doom, draws us into the darkness and then hits us with an ending with even more dismal dread.
Gratifyingly Creepy!
Dark and desolate. Lonely and isolated. One mans journey into the deep dark of the woods.
"It was so dark, he could feel the weight of it on his skin."
The Nothing was all around, waiting in the darkness to consume that which crossed it's path of agonizing doom.
Truly dark and disturbing in many ways, this has a creeping depth that gives us not only human loneliness, feelings of loss, hurt, and heartache, but an all consuming, obtrusive being. A being that's only substance is a smolder. It spreads, it searches, it turns everything in its wake to dust and ashes. It was the Nothing that was and is now the Nothing that is.
The ever present foreboding creates a sense of gloom and doom, draws us into the darkness and then hits us with an ending with even more dismal dread.
Gratifyingly Creepy!