These days in Taxon were short, the sun rising a little before ten in the morning and setting shortly after one in the afternoon. It was also cold and snowy, and combining all of that together it could be difficult to find anything worth celebrating. Fortunately, there were some individuals intent on making making sure there was still warmth, that ( Read more... )

She has engaged in conversations with herself.

No...not herself.  The Shell.  Fred.

But the girl--a weakling, victim to her own existential limitation--is no longer.  Illyria is, and thus, Winifred Burkle cannot be.  And yet she, too, walks and talks here in this place, in dream and in waking life.  Her world is gone, and yet she lingers, unwanted, ( Read more... )

It had driven her out of the house that morning.

There had been a whisper that drifted into her just-waking consciousness, a familiar voice that felt as comfortable as anything had ever been.

"Wake up, Buffy. You're going to be late..." There's a touch of a hand on her head, smoothing back hair, and Buffy leans into the contact, mostly still ( Read more... )

"You don't look...all together well."

That voice. It comes from nothing, from air, but it is unmistakable, like a memory

(Wesley)

being replayed before her eyes and ears.

But the room is silent and empty and impossibly small. Only she exists inside its borders.  Nothing but falsities, tricks meant to distort her reality and dwell on what cannot be, ( Read more... )

( Cain, Dec 7 )

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Taxonia, there lived a dragon ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was a man, who was so pained by grief that one day he simply stopped feeling. Not the pain of his own, not that of others; there was nothing that could move him to the point of pangs or aches of any kind. What had once been the most expressive face and bright blue eyes, was no more. Lack luster orbs and too little skin ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was soldier. This soldier had just served in a war, and when she returned home, she found that her parents had died and she was left with nothing ( Read more... )

This world has proven to be as worthless and unfitting as the last. It is curious, still, and unfamiliar. From strange, small towers she has seen objects release from nothing into the hands of humans. She wants to understand them.

A little human girl blinks at her, a mere ant to a giant. Much like this realm which holds it, it is a shell occupied ( Read more... )

Paul stalks away from the sink, digging out his cigarettes with one hand while punching buttons with the other to send a visual broadcast to anyone who happens to have their tablet on ( Read more... )