The Black Farm by Elias Witherow

The Black Farm is a refreshing and unique take on purgatory and the afterlife; savage and vicious but full of human carnage, evils, and conceits.

“I coughed in the black and tried to focus my thoughts. That’s when the first bolt of unease shot up my spine like lightning.
I wasn’t supposed to have thoughts. I wasn’t supposed to be aware of anything. I was dead; I should feel…nothing. Why could I think? Why could I feel?
I coughed again as the darkness slid across my skin like frozen paste. It coated me, slid around me, engulfed me.”

The Black Farm is a refreshing and unique take on purgatory and the afterlife; savage and vicious but full of human carnage, evils, and conceits. I would love to talk more about the premise of this one, but alas, no, I feel it’d be better for a reader to go into it with minimal info, just like I did.

I exhaled slowly, my eyes trained up at the night sky. Stars twinkled down at me like curious crystals and I felt my chest heave. They looked so beautiful. They looked hopeful. They looked like happiness, dragging me towards them, millions of light years away.

The quote above offers us a very ‘promising’ start to a terribly dark novel that’s excellently written. A truly sick experience of the mind.

Please be warned of extreme content, as “…everyone who entered the Black Farm carried hell with them.”.

I highly recommend The Black Farm.