[ Pitch only kept the smile throughout. It's not until Orcelito is finished that the Black Sand that was forming the inkwell, the ink inside it, and all other traces save the writing on the page swirled and raced right back out of existence. ]

Prose. At least a short story, though a novel would not be amiss. Horror stories, of course. But actual fear is the key. Simply writing a surgeon's handbook of gross anatomy means nothing without true fear.