I wanna write on fire.
Not with fire like a sparkler in the night.
Not like some imaginary, magical way of literally writing on a fleeting flame.
Writing with abandon, with freedom, with vigor; that's what I want.
No more tiredness, mental fogginess, …Posted 4 years ago
A vast expanse of unknowable darkness.
I saw it. My feet may have even dangled towards its embrace. Tiny shards, the whole of my heart broken long ago, tumbled easily down the well. Perhaps I should have grasped for them. Perhaps they will …Posted 4 years ago
"How do you kill an Empress?"
I steeled the muscles in my face, and let my eyes rest on the man's shoulders. If this turned into a trap, I would make sure to take him with me into the void. Leaning back, I wormed myself into the chair's thick cushions, l…Posted 4 years ago
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Running. For years now, it has seemed that all I have been doing is running. Running from my life, my friends, my family, my job. Finally, a time has come when a break seems almost feasible. Slower and slower I ease up on my pace, until I am all but left …Posted 4 years ago
A storm is approaching
it’s on the horizon
so cover your eyes now
and consume your poison
The harsh winds are blowing
the clouds are rolling in
the good Lord turns his back
as you commit your sins
Run from your problems
run so far away
it makes …Posted 4 years ago
Chaos ensues. All that was once so eloquently placed is now thrown into the wind. The pieces land with no apparent rhyme or reason. An intrigued outsider may sit to the side and calmly observe those around him frantically scramble to create some form of d…Posted 4 years ago
Ryle appeared at my side in an instant, exuding a casual menace. His eyes were a searing inferno, a promise of violence that made others much more interested in listening to me.
The captain was affected, but not cowed. Not bad.
"You are a passenger aboa…Posted 4 years ago
She watched from the bushes in cat form. The window was curtained, but her yellow eyes could see the magic rise into the air. She purred, her favorite part of this transformation. The magic rose like a blanket, rolling into a twist and smoothly slid throu…Posted 4 years ago
Today I was tutoring a young writer in Thinking Small; writing about small details to open up their writing. She then pondered the value of a penny.
When you are one penny short, you cannot buy an item. The penny seems very valuable; an unattainable goal…Posted 4 years ago
Sadie watched Tenever trudge upstairs, spreading a collection of maps and notebooks across the dining table. Astarlane's grindstone faded into the background while she carried out the convoluted process of making a best guess at the next day's route.
Haz…Posted 4 years ago
The flutes surrounded me in a way that, despite ideas of reality and sanity, made complete sense. Notes fluctuated, voices trialed in and out, distanced claps, all-enveloping smiles. It worked in the same sense drowning in a pool solves every problem you …Posted 4 years ago
Tenever took the first watch, stretching out in the ruined woodwork of the upper floor. Through the blackened crater, there was a good view out over the Hills. His rifle lay within easy reach.
He sat, silent, reflecting on how things had changed. Once, t…Posted 4 years ago
After the meal, Sadie cleaned her rifle, Tenever patched up his tactical vest and Astarlane ran a grindstone over her sword. Few words were spoken, each preferring to leave the others in a companionable silence.
Astarlane remembered the smiles and laught…Posted 4 years ago
When I was younger I used to sneak up into my grandparent's attic to where they kept the old records. Next to the old wobbly bookcase was a wooden crate that held all of my grandparent's favorite songs. I would sit up in that attic listening to the reco…Posted 4 years ago
One of the nameless faces in the endless sea of nobodies caught my eye.
Must be nice, I subvocalised. Neural implants in my speech centre picked up the message and squeezed it through a short-range encrypted radio burst.
What, being one of them? cam…Posted 4 years ago
My hand was burnt on the kettle
Just as it began to boil
My hand was bitten by a dog
I’d always thought was loyal.
I stepped on glass in my bare feet
Where it was safe before
You said, “I’m always here for you;”
Then you walked out the door.Posted 4 years ago
In fairness to them, the shot was quite a technically demanding one. Both the origin and the destination were moving platforms, and there were wind currents between the ships that made the opening shot a coin-toss for a hit and a miss.
Once I had the hit…Posted 4 years ago
It wasn't Neptune who found us first, though.
A pirate craft dropped down on us a few days later, plummeting from a heavy cloud bank where it had been lying in wait. It arrested its fall neatly and elegantly off our starboard side, heliographs stuttering…Posted 4 years ago
They strolled into the mess hall nonchalantly in dress blacks that had the exact opposite effect of their understated design. The crowd opened up for them, the same thought flashing through the entire room.
The corporation's special forces were the stuff…Posted 4 years ago
Each Robin has a red breast, dripping blood,
And ev'ry beaten heart, a bony cage,
And still we sing and bathe ourselves in mud;
From heart to fingers, ink still stains the page.
The pump has sprung a leak for you to read:
A farewell note to say it's n…Posted 4 years ago
Forbidden freshness cools beneath the boards
Unwilling hornets sting the burst balloon
And gnaw the captured heirs with sated swords,
Projected slowly into sprightly tune.
It's just as if he'd never left the stage,
The flaccid vaccination of the ill--
W…Posted 4 years ago
I remember the grey light. I pulled her close to me in the aftermath of our lovemaking. It was then that I told her I was leaving, not yet knowing I was wrong. Our lives were not yet to diverge.
Her face pressed against my shoulder, I felt he…Posted 4 years ago
You sometimes lost your way, but when you make it to a place like this, arriving without knowing how and why you arrived, you know you're not lost anymore. The air has an inimitable quality to itself, seemingly contained with the light of a day beginning …Posted 4 years ago
Really, when you look at the shards of mirror on the floor, you see yourself returned, only when there was one, there is now many. It's foolhardy to assume such a collectivism as a denouncing of individuality; the whole is greater than the sum of its part…Posted 4 years ago