It was a wedding that was nearly three decades in the making. From toddlerhood to adulthood, they rarely left each other's side, different stations in life be damned. When it was time for one to walk into the sun of monarchy, the mendicant fell in their shadow, their indigent generational coffers making it hard to … Continue reading A Wedding to Duel For
Author: Robin Steele
Arman continued to stare at Adira, the face he had of longing and love dropped to a horrified expression. Adira stared back at him, eyes full of venom and daggers and swords and hatred and betrayal. She watched him, her eye shape changing, her lips changing, her bone structure changing.Her wings started to grow bigger, … Continue reading 10.3
The bath was always empty, caked with mud from the last person who decided to lay in the waters of the giant, earth-made tub. Sometimes, a group of people would fill the bath, laughing and washing each other. Other times, lone strangers would sit on the edge, feet dangling in the cool, calm waters, singing … Continue reading A Bath
It wasn't closing time yet, but everyone paid their tab and got the fuck out of dodge when he walked through those doors. A grin spread across his face, so sinister made the bar girls cash out and leave their tips behind, slamming the door shut behind them. Music from the early 2000s played loudly … Continue reading New Management
It was another day in "paradise". The water for the shower was always the right amount of hot, as was her cup of coffee. She stared out the kitchen window, holding onto her cup, watching a flock of mourning doves strut across the street in the orange of the early morning sunrise. It was another … Continue reading
It was day four without rest. Their joints started to grind. They needed to at least sit down, get off their feet, stretch their arms. But they kept walking, dragging the snarling and thrashing human that was 3 months past their expiration date.One hand on the undead's ankle, the other close to the big iron … Continue reading Companionship
Off With Her Head
"Move." The point of the spear dug into her lower spine, her face giving way to a wince in the dark tunnel. She had never been on this side of an execution before. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot-- She counted how many steps it would take before she would be blinded. She … Continue reading Off With Her Head
Even If I Was, Y’All Don’t Pay Enough To Help Heal!
My future ex-baby's-guardian once said "some of y'all need to post on your blogs with some of your hot takes so you can get it all out", so here I go. (I hope they're also proud of me for condensing what they said severely.) A lot of y'all don't know the difference between a healer … Continue reading Even If I Was, Y’All Don’t Pay Enough To Help Heal!
Snow clung to the branches and leaves of trees as if Winter was clinging to stay in the realm past Her days. A mother bear and her cubs snuffled and snorted through the slush and mud, looking for Her cave. They found Her the moment the sun kissed the horizon, the warm rays pushing off … Continue reading Spring
To My Former Co-Workers of Black Girls™
Greetings! I write to you in high spirits while still mourning. Ma'Khia Bryant's murder is heavy on our hearts and I just want to tell you something. I am so sorry that Black Girlhood© forced us to grow up faster than our non-Black peers. To be 10 and seen as 18 scarred us in ways … Continue reading To My Former Co-Workers of Black Girls™