We marched on a never-ending road of broken minds and callused feet. Our weapons were rusted with the yellow blood of the arachnids, borrowed swords from failed campaigns into enemy territory. Several battalions of King Henry’s army, hundreds in number, left the city of Minora seven fortnights ago but the journey felt like seven years. We marched with frayed minds to the inevitable conclusion of the destruction of the arachnids and our possible death Read More
Darkness faded from a pinhole of distant light. Night, in a living room of an old house. I found that I was standing, appreciative of the fact that I was fully clothed. The windows were the only source of illumination from the moon outside. The house itself was not extraordinary. A couch covered in cobwebs, old in style with leather buttons, sat lifeless and dead in the main room, close to a piano shrouded in transparent cotton. Otherwise the place was tidy. I imagined an older couple had lived here before it was abandoned Read More
It was Halloween night and soon the death would start again. “There’s a ghost in my window.” Luke’s sister came into the living room while his father was pulling out the plastic skeletons. “I think he’s angry that we killed him.”
His father looked up with a look of annoyance and sighed. “It’s fine. You’ve just been watching too many Halloween movies.” But even Luke knew she was too young to watch those.
“She does this every year. She’s just nervous again, about the accidents.” said his mother, who was untangling the purple and orange lights Read More
I could still feel the crystals laying on my eyes even when they weren’t there. Where did the damn things go? They must’ve rolled off during the night, fallen off the sheets. I knew I should never have believed that holistic shopkeeper. She was more gypsy hag than a proprietor but the prospect of using crystals to deal with my depression, other than psychoactive drugs was less expensive and less harmful Read More
The waves came suddenly, washing away all the filth and anxiety of mankind. We became so enamored with ourselves that we forgot about the health of the planet and became ignorant of its grievances. We forgot that it still existed, under our feet and in our lungs. We abused it and succumb to its unforgiving retribution Read More
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