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
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
"...will it grow back...?" a soft voice called from the illuminated hall behind the couch. Their caretaker snapped awake, the muted television and dropped phone still running a mobile game the reminder of what happened a mere hour ago. They sat up, looking over the back of the couch, staring at the small, sniffling figure … Continue reading Hair: An Ode To The First Cut
She didn't leave after six moon turns, her face growing more and more beautiful as the sun rose and gently rubbed her face with rays in the mornings. In the afternoons, she would sweat with the other men, making herself useful to the tribe that she wandered in to. The first week, she was tied … Continue reading The Guest
Izirho stared out at the many lights in the bay, their feet only inches from the lazy waves coming ashore. T'rax sat on a thick piece of driftwood, eating again, chicken grease running down their fingers. "You gonna try that shit again, eh?" they asked in between bites. Izirho shrugged. "It wouldn't exactly hurt me," … Continue reading My Mother’s Chain
"Move 2 degrees to your right... half a degree down. Do you see it?" The sights adjusted slightly, the dark autumn eye of the gunman focusing in on their target, the glow of the dim yellow ring around their iris almost shutting down as they zoomed into the corner of an e-advert. "Spotted." "Fire." The … Continue reading Your Mother’s Bounty
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