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  • The Best; The Worst

    I did my best. I did my worst.

    Somehow, these two were one.

    "I'd never wish to hurt you, Dear,"

    I call, and aim my gun.

    .

    Oh, can I even learn from this?

    Or will it still recur?

    I try to analyze my sins--

    They scatter, melt, and blur.

    .

    Perhaps self-love …

    Posted 1 year ago
  • I Matter Naught

    I don't get you. I don't get me.

    I should give up, as you can see.

    Thanks for the friendship; thanks a lot.

    I'm here, where ev'ry day's too hot.

    .

    Don't follow me! Don't hold me back.

    My kindness changes to attack.

    Please save yourself while you still…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • These Long Nights: Beneath the Skin

    Max stood at the edge of the curtained window and stared out into the dark of the garden, searching for any sign of the creature. His eyes darted here and there looking for more substantial motion than the shivering of hedges, or the swirling interplay of…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • The Wounds Matter

    Sloughing off the tide of years, Ixcar came to his senses very slowly. There had been darkness and now there was light. Such light it was, appearing first as a horizontal line that separated one darkness into two. The line widened and grew in intensity un…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • The Wrong Season for Frogs

    There aren't many frogs out and about now, being late autumn and all. By this point, most have already burrowed into the mud to hibernate for the winter. As the ground around them grows colder, their bodies will eventually freeze into solid blocks of ice …

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Finders Keepers

    "Give back my magic!" Ruta called. She forced herself to get up.

    "Oh, no. I won't. I'd much rather keep this. Look at how lovely it is!" She twirled.

    Ruta attempted to catch her, and the girl bounced away.

    "Let's try out these new powers, shall we?" She…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Impotency of Social Distance

    “I'm tired.” she said.

    Her words sent a jolt of recognition through me. Not just the words and their flat tone, but the familiar darkness they masked. It was so easy to rely on exhaustion as a crutch because it was so easy to be exhausted these days. Any…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • The Story

    There are no sensory nerves in your brain; you cannot see, feel, smell, hear, or taste anything that goes on there. By the time you first became aware of the Story, it had already insinuated its tentacles throughout your brain and it was far too late for …

    Posted 1 year ago
  • A New Beginning

    "L-- Lori said--"

    Layla sighed. "She was wrong. There is at least one known survior. I can only help if you will allow me to, though, Miss Richards."

    "Don't think I really--"

    "Believe that? You've seen me kill a monster in a single strike and yet you d…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Breaking the Cycle

    Layla marched through the snow, creating deep footprints. She despised this girl. Or-- she did. Everything she did was intentional-- there was no curse forcing her to act. But she was Rosa's friend. Rosa saw something in her. Risked her life for her.

    S…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Stolen Treasure

    She was one of those monster people Ruta had heard of. She'd never actually seen one. She prepared an arrow and let it fly, but the small girl easily dodged.

    Ruta shot several more arrows, but the girl dodged them, too. "Just let me hit you, you stupid th…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Fin

    There's no experience quite like it.

    The rush of being free...

    ...

    She'd done it. She'd actually done it. That lingering pressure in the back of her mind-- gone. She didn't have to worry about the fight being worth it anymore, because it was.

    ...

    Ri…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • No Control

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    Posted 1 year ago
  • All That Glitters

    Ruta stepped through the portal and onto one of the scattered little islands. Her golden hair, clothes, and tiara all shimmered with each movement she made. She summoned a golden bow, and pulled back the string, and a golden arrow appeared.

    She let it fly…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Shadows of Friendship

    It was his need that broke me. I knew what it was like to be in a position where there was no other options than to ask for help even if I didn't take it. For him to be here now, asking me for help, it spoke of powerful desperation. In it, I could see a…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Shadows of Desperation

    Story is marked as mature

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Shadows of Absence

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    Posted 1 year ago
  • Eddy to Eddy

    “Today is Thursday? Are you certain?” The blue of her eyes that I had always associated with the clear warmth of the long gone sun-filled skies of my youth turned cold and penetrating. Having gone through similar confusion moments ago, I couldn't fault he…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Last In, First Out

    Yellow flakes spiraled down from above to settle on the city like the ash of some great holocaust. The yellowness that filled the air wasn't the pure color of a sunflower but rather a corrupted yellow like rancid butter. Near the ground, the dancing motes…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Solitary Dimness

    The city seemed endless when it was empty. Half of it, maybe more, was filled with unused treasures that lay moldering in growing mounds of dust. Long streets stayed dark, no longer powered now that no one was left to keep the electrical grids up and runn…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Unsealed

    Our only warning was the earth crying out in a great grinding noise that swallowed all other sounds, a yawn of some half-asleep cyclopean giant angry at being awoken. The ground shifted and we clawed at each other to stay upright.

    Amidst a roiling cloud …

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Like a Cancer

    Ethan walked away from the makeshift camp of encircled cars, leaving the forty or so people relying on him behind. He could feel his responsibility for them as a tightness in his shoulders. He didn't like it but it was a burden he had taken upon himself.

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Not Feeling It

    Walking by the general store, Juana Sanchez caught sight of her reflection in a barrel of rain water and stopped. She couldn't resist taking a better look after the day she'd had. The bullring had been especially brutal today despite the autumn weather. W…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Good Question

    Gone was the demure scion of the Burns house that I had known. In her place stood a crazed woman, nattering at nothing I could see though I could sense cold, electrical malignance blanketing the air above us. The motions of her body and limbs were stiff a…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Starving it is Worse

    There is a dark stain on my family that has been passed down through at least ten generations. It seems to affect men and women equally but no more than one in any given generation though we all seem to carry it. I can trace our weakness through four gene…

    Posted 1 year ago