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  • Grim Destruction

    Malika took the creature's arms in two quick strokes, toying with the monster in an almost vindictive manner. Then she followed it up with a blindingly fast sweep, lopping the deathless' head from its shoulders, banishing it back to Ashmar. She could affo…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Love hurts

    He saw that fake look of self assurance on her face, and it reminded him of a mosquito. People, like mosquitoes, rise out of the warm fluids, and their lives are just what they did in between feeding and reproducing. Here she was, with the life span of …

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Loneliness™

    I think that all my friends must be astronauts...

    They sure do love their space.

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Fire Consuming

    Orthael was not entirely surprised when the first creature stepped out from behind a tree, not far ahead. It had once been a man, but grossly elongated arms led to a soft rustling from knuckles dragged along the forest floor. A few others joined it, all-t…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Silk and Fur

    "Not who you were expecting?"

    The snake dropped from the branch, out of view before emerging mere heartbeats later - as a wolf. Its cold yellow eyes weighed heavily on Rahmi's neck.

    "I doubt there are any other shape-shifters here, so I'd wager you are e…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Eeyore

    I've got a monster in my chest

    A sad one

    Like the evil Eeyore that hides underneath your comforter at night when the room is too hot and your skin is too cold and everything is too much and not enough and you're certain that you're dying inside of your sk…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Grim Determination

    Moments later, Malika stepped from the forest and stopped at the top of the hill looking down over her village. She could see fires burned throughout the town, set not by the deathless' attack but rather remnants of household hearths and ovens left unatte…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Start A New Life

    The veil waited, carefully spread over a chair back. All of the dressing room photos had been taken, the bridesmaids and her mother had taken their places, and the bride had a few moments to herself.

    The mirror reflected her perfect form, the perfect dre…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • 9/21/16

    I don't want to change anything, don't get me wrong. The more time passes, the more I see how it couldn't have worked. The more I see how much I would've suffered for you. Because I loved you and I love you and I would take so much pain for you just beca…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • My Deepest Regret

    Regrets, I've had a few.

    I love a bit of Sinatra, and this line from My Way comes to mind right now. I have had some regrets in life, and regret is the emotion that floods my mind right now.

    By some bizarre happenings that I still barely comprehend, it …

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Fourth Post!

    Doom fell from the sky that next day. At least, that's where we assumed it came from. There were mutterings in that cloudless expanse -- and rumors of mutterings. We had listened to them all that night and assumed they were the last breaths of the god-t…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Fractal Realities: On the Black Sea of Misery

    Arden Waithe never wanted to be on the boat. Or any boat. His experience had taught him that sailing was misery cubed. The rolling of the ground that never stopped, rising and falling, clenched his stomach inside an iron fist even as it spun his conscious…

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Counter Culture

    She has the aesthetic of long skirts and crop tops. She wears black hats and black eye liner. She reads books by candlelight.

    She keeps herbs in mason jars and poured tea on paper to age it. Her counters are covered in Babies Breath and cat hair.

    She d…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Third Post!

    The third post, well... the third post didn't actually exist. Not in any way that mattered. It was an idea, if you will -- a concept, a metaphor. It was a lynchpin of belief. It was, of course, all hot air and bluster and metaphor, a puff of wind as insub…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Insecurity

    I'm trying to care less about what other people think of me: trying not to perpetually perform for an imagined audience, trying to forget all the invisible eyes on me.

    4am in the dark lair of my study, two locked doors between my face and the world...

    Posted 2 years ago
  • The Split

    It had been fourteen days since he left. It was my choice, but, I couldn't help but think that this isn't what I signed up for. It had been a tumultuous twelve years and I knew I had to say goodbye, but I couldn't help but feel like I was ruining my life.…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Eleanor's Dare

    It's one of those mornings--an anything-is-better-than-pretending-to-sleep-while-I-actually-just-worry sort of morning.

    It's the third morning of its kind this week. I'll be into work two hours early. Again.

    I've flipped through the radio stations, a…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Nightmarish Anxiety

    I'm heading on a trip soon. I'm trying to be excited about it. I've got Pinterest boards, my suitcase is open and slowly being filled, plane ticket is paid for, nice people waiting for me when I get there... Honestly I should be thrilled!!

    But then I get…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Caught Out with a Corpse

    It would be quicker to go through town but Grims didn't want to carry the corpse through the streets of Eggtown South. He already had a reputation, hard and bitter, but there was a difference between being rumored as a child-killer and toting a dead one d…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • The Quiet Ones

    You knew each other in school, you were neighbors, but it wasn’t until years later that you become friends. You would meet, make each other laugh, have fun. You needed that in your life; there wasn’t anyone else you could hang out with.

    But suddenly he…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Swordmaiden

    The little girl entered the forest, armed with nothing but her courage, her grim determination, and the rusty sword strapped to her back. There were monsters in those woods - she could hear their howls, their cries to one another - but she was not afraid.…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Post of the Father

    I carried my father's post on my left shoulder as I walked back to the front of the property. I took care to avoid the golden post, though I knew it would not harm me. It was merely an omen, a message from the gods, but it was better not to tempt fate. In…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Insubstantial

    I can feel it happening again.

    It's been a while...

    Of all the worlds - I've lost count - that have truly captured my soul, only two stand above the rest.

    One is a world of masks, the other is a world of monsters.

    The rest, whether created by others or my…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Quick Release

    There's dust gathering on the bed frame

    Interspaced with gaps left by careless and infrequent touches

    A chair piled high with jackets worn but once

    or crumpled on a cold floor

    Sheets collect long hair on the left side

    unwashed dishes pile on the right

    T…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Lost Things: Fester and Rot

    The old crone shuffled along the stacks of Building Ashrack, in no hurry to arrive at her destination. She looked at none of the row letterings, having no need for such things. She had been here many times, and she would be here many more times after. Alw…

    Posted 2 years ago