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Funny Jonny becomes Sly Nicholai
Backposts of past mistakes (are they really mistakes if you don't regret them?), words of a childish caster. I say this every time I walk away, knowing the words will remain. Now it's hard to speak plain. Verse has become inherent in my brain. Ugh ( Read more... ) -
Arachnis Maleficarum
In the midst of shadowhunting with a friend, we found a hive of spiders. The queen laid her eggs in the mouths of her consorts, of which two were steady; fighting for supremacy and primary but always for the queen, at the ready. Rogue insects would disturb the hive; those that survived, were perhaps more symbiotic that initially spied. Those ( Read more... ) -
And which of these?
"Everyone goes through it," the voice in my head whispers ( Read more... ) -
I didn't know he was also...Deinonychus
I saw him through the window, interrupted in mid-daydream with a nightmare of my own failings. There was no denying his gaze, I was too close to the front of the bus to pretend my eyes were elsewhere; they were not scrutinizing his every nervous tic, the shadows around his eyes, the fear of awkwardness. But aside and down, I cast the fates along ( Read more... ) -
strange tales for the tailed.
Our hero wandered down many long dark roads, meeting ogres, jotun, fae, and shamans alike. He slew the dragons without and within, brought low mighty tyrants, lifted up humble servants, and generally made a name for himself. Then he took a small knife and slit his throat, a smile on his handsome face ( Read more... ) -
Vignettes, Part 36
It was another one of those nights. Awake to the point of exhaustion, meandering around the neighborhood, fueled by cigarettes, insomnia, and anguish. What is this tearing sensation in my left breast? What is this forced grappling with oxygen? Oh, that's the cigarettes ( Read more... ) -
Vignettes, Part 1
Fuck is an amazing word. It has a sharp edge of the perverse. It's something that, in exasperation, communicates across language. It slips off the tongue in delightful little streams of banality. It's universally applicable ( Read more... ) -
Scene One, Take Whatever.
This man, you know, he was an eccentric. An odball, a freak. He slept underneath the stairs in a little enclave with a door. He said he had to keep himself hidden in the dry and in the dark. The way he shaped his vowels, it made a sort of hollow rasp and chilled me to the bone ( Read more... ) -
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Scraping patches of the red off the arm ( Read more... ) -
Gotterdammerung Prayer
Gods below, let me be a temperate being, a thing with a scheme of negating the theme of depression and anxiety. May I step gracefully on the path to a fulfilled life, pressing firm in the mastery of my convictions ( Read more... )