It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties
Tag: Dark
The Ghost Returns
A sharp intake of breath as it comes - the moment to which you practiced a myriad responses a hundred times in your head but was always unable to commit to - rears it’s beautiful head. The message flashes, “I miss you.” And so that chilled vice takes hold in your chest, squeezing out the … Continue reading The Ghost Returns
A Desperate Action
I'm so desperate to claw back into your good graces, But that chasm between sin and forgiveness, The yawning pit of sleepless oblivion, Which swallows all good intentions, Drags me down to this vile idleness, Flensing away my weakest efforts, Until only bleeding hope remains, Nurturing the seed of despair. Maybe the resulting flower, will … Continue reading A Desperate Action
The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
There used to be stories about the silver foxes that lived in the forests near the Deep. The oldest of these folktales claim that they were once fairies, spirits who lived in the world between our own and the land of gods, and served as messengers, envoys, and heralds of fortune. Perhaps it is because … Continue reading The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter
The Librarians of the Red Sun
Prompt: Lovecraftian Existential Horror, Short-form, 2017 Far to the west, there is a small city of stone and marble nestled between the mountains and the sea. Somewhat isolated from the rest of the continent by geography and time, that place is home to a peculiar tradition whose roots would appear to extend far back to … Continue reading The Librarians of the Red Sun
The Blue Flower and the Mountain
“At the very edge of the very edge of the world is a village of peaceful farmers, who spend their lives growing their livelihoods from the dead soil. Just east of that village is a mountain of peculiar construction made entirely of jet-black stone. Upon the summit of that mountaintop is a blue flower. It … Continue reading The Blue Flower and the Mountain
The Carrion Grove
Excerpt: "Stories from the End of the World", 2018 As you know, just west of the edge of the Furrows there lies a massive forest that stretches out to the far horizon. Even if you were able to to somehow climb to the very tallest peak of that eviscerating range of crags and look out … Continue reading The Carrion Grove
Discarded Recollections 