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Styx’s Bio
Standing at a height of two staffs, skin a malnourished bone-white, piercing teal eyes that seem to dimly glow in the darkness surrounded by reddened eyelids afflicted with permanent sleeplessness. His physique is fit yet relatively thin, and a posture that suggests at any time his arm might snap out in any direction to strike […]
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Numb
It is the numbness that I cannot stand… It is the hours spent in passing transfixed and frozen to a throne standing high on a mountain of exhausted bones and burnt nerves. The moments where one cannot feel. Not for lack of empathy. But for lack of capacity. When one finds themselves locked to a […]
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Stand Again
Come, my friend, I see you there lost in a moment that is intent on destroying what strength you have left. On bruised knees and bloodied palms your face will look into a pool of tears filled with wishes and goals too deep to reach down in and hold on from sinking. The courage is […]
Copywriting, Creative Writing, Freelance Artwork
Welcome to my personal corner of the internet landscape. Here I cultivate creative ideas, writings, mixed media original artworks, and samples of professional content for you to engage with and enjoy.
Hello all, Bryce here. If you’ve made it to this site I welcome you to stay awhile and peruse my various projects.
I’ve had the the pleasure of producing content in various forms, both professionally and recreationally. Most of my works stem from a love for freeform poetry, gaming culture, and horror-occultism. Feel free to reach out on socials to collaborate.
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Styx’s Bio
Standing at a height of two staffs, skin a malnourished bone-white, piercing teal eyes that seem to dimly glow in the darkness surrounded by reddened eyelids afflicted with permanent sleeplessness. His physique is fit yet relatively thin, and a posture that suggests at any time his arm might snap out in any direction to strike…
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Numb
It is the numbness that I cannot stand… It is the hours spent in passing transfixed and frozen to a throne standing high on a mountain of exhausted bones and burnt nerves. The moments where one cannot feel. Not for lack of empathy. But for lack of capacity. When one finds themselves locked to a…
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Stand Again
Come, my friend, I see you there lost in a moment that is intent on destroying what strength you have left. On bruised knees and bloodied palms your face will look into a pool of tears filled with wishes and goals too deep to reach down in and hold on from sinking. The courage is…
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Tower
In the West, standing taller than the world and shadowed by the gray sky exists a tower of metal, rust, and glass, as well as pain, fear, and time. An ancient structure from before my time, before the city’s time. A time when man woke to sunlight piercing through solid windows in what I’ve been…
Spring Hell’s Thought Garden 