Her eyes are the same colour as smog. A gross green-grey colour that you’d also associate with sickness. I never really pay attention to her hair, but I think it’s up most of the time since her eyes are so easy to see. But that’s mostly because she stares. A lot. She’ll stare at whoever she’s talking to, and even when she’s not, she seems to only function when she holds eye contact with someone. H...

It began with darkness. A cold and chilling darkness, one where you wonder might be lurking in the shadows nearby. It was a night not all that uncommon in the wasteland of a town on in the middle of nowhere where. The only thing interesting about it was the landscape. The town was surrounded by a mountain range, a large bowl filled nothing but trees, shacks, and a few dozen people.

There had been...

The cold nipped at my nose, a harsh and unforgiving cold. I walked down the snow covered sidewalk towards people I hadn’t talked to in far too long. What would I say? What would anyone say really. But nonetheless I arrive, the blue townhouse looming over me. I hesitate before knocking, but something pushes me to do it. I stand there for what feels like forever, until the door creaks open. “Hi son,...

[mentions of blood, murder, and mental illness]

“I did this for you.”

“Well you didn’t have to!!”

They just stood there, staring at each other. One with the white coat, a symbol of having given up all that which they love. Another, bathed in red, a symbol of having dedicated their life and the unwilling lives of others to that which they love.

“I never told you to do that for me,” she said...

When the stars fell, they cried

The breeze mourned them for days

Trees lifted them up, they tried

Rivers wrote stories and plays

All the fires danced in song

All nature helped them belong

The people, though, cheered loud

Their conquest victorious

Kings and Knights stood proud,

Boasting, toasting, ‘glorious’

Though the scales of all now tipped

The warnings, they all skipped

The wizards, mage...

“Where the FUCK is Jones?!” The Captain shouts at the crew from above. Everyone scrambles, trying to avoid taking the blame for him, or trying to locate him to make him stand up and take this instead of us, or just trying to figure out what in the nine hells going on here.

Someone manages to drag him out from below deck, still blurry eyed from sleeping the day away. He’s a scrawny kid, only here ...

How did she get here? Why is she standing over this body? There are plenty of questions, and not nearly as many answers.

At the beginning, all she had was a note. A crumpled piece of paper with a few words on it. That was the first thing to be put into her pocket and forgotten about.

Soon it was accompanied by tear stained, torn pages. Pink and smelling of her favourite perfume, from her diary. ...

“Just roll the die!!” Judy shouts.

“No, pull a card!” Mary says.

“Do the backflip for passing 25,” Winter suggests.

“That doesn’t help at all!” I say, “There’s too many things I could do, and yall are only saying the wrong ones.”

“But those are the rule Kindel, that’s what makes it fun! You only know what you shouldn’t do, never know what you should, and only know who wins via the banker slash rul...

“Did anyone see you?”

“I don’t think so,” I say. I tuck her fiery hair behind her ear, “I’ve missed you.”

She smiles that sweet smile of hers, the one that I think of each day and dream of each night.

“How long do we have today?”

“Not long, Natari can only fake a piano lesson for so long. We have an hour or two at most.”

She snickers, “Since when do you play piano?”

“Since we wanted to meet every...

At first I just wanted something for my mantle, something nice to tie the whole room together. I was out with a few friends at a nearby antique shop that had recently opened. We wandered for about an hour, when something in the corner of my eye caught my interest. I had been looking for some vases, or maybe a cool piece of art, but it just called out to me. It was ornate and made of a dark wood th...