“Do you know how came DoomShear?” The ghost asked through a choking mire of loose throat tissue. The specter had been given flesh through the curse - and spoke as a man would - its words were long preserved with the antique spells that had been carved into its exposed chest ( Read more... )

He opened his eyes and blinked - his vision tinted a rusty color from the blood that bubbled out from his tear ducts, a side effect of what the Warpist had called "snapping shut the gap ( Read more... )

often i imagine myself drifting dead through space. we are always able to tell our boundaries. able to see the horizon, able to ascertain direction. often i dream that i'm somehow preserved, frozen in my suit - my glacial eyes unable to comprehend the boundless nothing that stretches out in every angle around me for millions of years, in space ( Read more... )

had a conversation with richard pickman out in the woods. he told me that before hearts everyone used (what we call today) tumors - and that malignant growth is just the primal human self trying to regain control. its our resistance to the disease that ends up killing us. then he crawled back down his well.

a dark woman lurks among me.

i stood on a glacier drifting through the silent wastes of the artic ocean, or was it the belt of stars just beyond arcturus? everything was silent. below my feet and deep within the ice there was a giant. he was the first thing. ymir. a god in ice. his chest was open, his massive ribs curling up and out from a canyon-like wound that billowed a ( Read more... )

some colossal thing, larger than anything witnessed by man and science, stalked the ruined city - silently lumbering through the shells of buildings and smoking columns. it had been unearthed by the quake, and perhaps caused it, and had the appearance of having laid rotting within the earth for eons. it spoke deeply in a language that was not ( Read more... )

for the final time he sighed at the bickering of nidhogg, the smell of corpses on its breath sweeping through his sweat-brittle hair. with a tired gesture he motioned to the world above, his hand stained with oppression. but his exhaustion hid not the wisdom of his eye and did not take from his spear-wound the glimmer of sacrifice ( Read more... )

so last night, i had this heavy dream. it began commonly, if not tragically enough - with the loss of my loved one. i was disheveled with sorrow beyond belief. in an act of confused aggression i began to wander the earth - via plane, train, cart, boat - any means meant to carry me across the various obstacles of the globe. over mountains through ( Read more... )