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  • Tale of Red Mysterium #1: Trand & Debrosh I

    It was the type of hot summer day that adhered to the body, trapped it like a fly on glue. Trand could feel every crease in his shirt, every place it clung too tightly to him, soaked through with sweat. The thin cotton was saturated by now, and he could feel the perspiration dripping from…

  • Obsidian Skies: Chapter 1 – A Journey of Small Beginnings

    For Pretty, it was another mild night on the ship. She lay on her back, curled up under the blankets of her small cot and lazily reading a tablet with all the vigor of a lazy seal. Her fingers flicked from right to left, easing one viewing page to the next, each a different technical…

  • The Link of Mastus – Entry I

    Embers, embers in every direction. Blots of flame against darkness, a rising of ash amidst the nothingness. What is burning? In a world of nothing, what could potentially catch flame? But now he was rising, ascending through the piling ash, the embers catching at the hem of his cloak and the scabbard of his blade.…

  • A Story of Naughts

    Tell me of The unbreathable air and the undrinkable water, and the untouchable land. Tell me of the broken things. The things that crawl in darkness and filth, the things that no one could love. Tell me of yourself. Tell me of the story of naughts, of all the things amiss. Let me know of…

  • The Belly of Darkness

    When I open my eyes, I see darkness. I feel the shallow pool of the wet lands of my dreams. They eat at me, biting each night and leaving a wound, one that boils with the fear of the unknown. – I try and escape these premonitions of dank gore, of the undulating belly that…

  • The Tyrant Hunter

    There was a subtle quietness that stretched over the misty bog. There were two figures lurking in the dark there, prodding at a divot in the bushes, a murky hole beneath the hardy Acalanth that had taken root there. Unlike the trees from most planets, this one had three separate root systems that created a…

  • Mineral Rhythms

    There was no opal in my one, open eye. I saw no dreams, spoke no truths that shifted the mountains. My words are a single pick upon the stone, I lack the power, my dynamite has no fuse. I can only move my hands in strange rhythms and sapphire beats. I an only lift up…

  • Iteration 91

    Iteration 91 I When Jacob Smock awoke, the first thing he realized was that the world spun a lot more than it used to before… no answers came, just the dizzy spinning of something working its way out of his system. Though he had woken up in similar ways many times, this was the first…

  • Shattered Sunsets via 2012

    Amber twilight dreams fly carelessly They go where they please Appease their mind with soft words. But even in the brightest of times, Darkness is inevitable. Inescapable and certain. But even that is short lived. Because shattered sunsets can heal.

  • Downward Spirals

    I am languishing in the river of love where it parts on both sides and passes me leaving my dry and cracked skin thirsty for touch. I have no crutch on which to lean, only a vision of a time, sublime in its entirety, locked away by an amalgam of years yet to be.  …

  • The World of Zetheon (GIF)

    https://www.maptoglobe.com/rJpeP61X7#

  • For You, Love

    I wish to sing the cathedral of Heaven into existence for you. I wish to direct the flow of time across the endless expanse of the cosmos, For you. If I could stop the rain so that each drop hovered like diamonds or glass in the air, I would, for you. But of all the…

  • Journals of Depression #1

    7/2 – 6:46pm I have been struck by a sudden, leaden tiredness that is driving me into the grave of my own body. My flesh is the Earth, my bones roots of my spirit, and my blood the water of life, the nourishing force. It is collapsing in on itself as if something were pulled…

  • The Angel of Death

    I am the desert walker. For longer than I can remember, I have been coming back to this dry and dusty place to pass whatever judgment I am capable of bringing. The people who live there, in Gully, know me and respect me. They know that when I come, it is for a purpose that…

  • Dream Seer/ Conflagration

    I am the nautilus of dreams. I dive deep into the minds of the Sleeping. I pull myself through this Primordial Sea with Hook and Chain. I carve my way through the miasma, through this cosmic wasteland of timelessness and solitude. I can peer into the deepest Vistas of Dreams and Reality. I can see…

  • Hegemony

    I am a communications student at Humboldt State in California, and it is interesting to hear what everyone in my department has to say, especially regarding identity, justice, liberation, and society. At heart, I am a cynic and take everyone’s word with a grain of salt. I don’t like to be duped or made to…

  • Little Lover Mine

    Do you regret how much you gave to me? When my heart was cracked and empty, you used yours to fill the spaces. Each half stitch another link between us. When I left, did that confuse you? You call more than I want you to, and I wonder if you realize you sewed yourself to…

  • Crusade: Cariel I

    The field was empty, save for the small, dark line of people on the horizon. Cariel, dressed in the red and plum robes of her order, peered down at the scanner, looking upon the image of them advancing slowly onward. She placed the scanner on her belt and brought her hands together. The familiar heat…

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