Sera

“Every time you open a book and read it, a tree smiles knowing there is life beyond death.”

Writings

Followers

Following

Sera

“Every time you open a book and read it, a tree smiles knowing there is life beyond death.”

Writings

Followers

Following

Relinquo

Sera

1 min read

The tomb was found late in night. Juno didn’t know what to expect when he walked in the room, but it certainly wasn’t a large sacrificial corpse in a shattered coffin. The corpse seemed to be of a mutated man. The brain was enlarged and the heart spread all over his body like a grotesque horror scene.

When the corpse started moving, he planned to run. But as the leader, he couldn’t just leave wi...

Adventure

Habits

Sera

1 min read

The mask is slipping.

It’s slimy

And leaves a residue —

Dark spots close to embedded on my face.

The mask is grimey.

It smells bad and leaves a weird taste in my mouth:

One I’m too scared to name.

I have no idea what it is

When I donned it over my head

And when it will go away —

When I want it to go away.

Perhaps it will never go away

So I readjust the mask back on....

Poetry

A Solution To Sleeplessness

Sera

1 min read

Laura is tired — very much so. For the past few weeks, nightmares have plagued her dreams. It was perhaps this tiredness that caused her to make a mistake when raiding the town. She accidently threw in the wrong potion and instead of taming the lion she set out on taking, she tamed the chubby squirrel that lives outside the village.

The squirrel is currently running in circles on her desk. Laura ...

Humour

Most Valuable Possession

Sera

3 min read

The temple outside our village always intrigues me. It is tall — taller than anything in our rundown village and a fair bit more fancy too. The lights of the temple are constantly on, even when me and Nai Nai’s* house ran out of oil to fuel our lamps. On those nights, I found myself wishing I were a bird and could fly into the temple to sleep just one night without the fear of demons. I could be a...

Mystery

Gank

Sera

1 min read

The weather was nice when they arrived

Cherry trees swayed and the birds atop sang

Nobody else was in my presence

Except for the normal enemies and alike

Minutes rolled on and I became more

And more overconfident of my abilities

Going further even though

The enemies were still stronger

Until I explored too far and they all jumped out of the bush

All 5 of them arrived to kill me...

Poetry

Gone

Sera

1 min read

Clouds cover the skies

Rain pulls at your eyes

But nothing hurts as much as little words turned lies.

You handed it to me with a bow

I count the petals, one for each vow

You promised me forever, but where are you now?

My heart is empty

I needed you, needed you plenty

But my hope is forever going to be a fantasy....

Poetry

My Home

Sera

1 min read

My home is a rustic old thing that I bought twenty percent off the original price. I never expected for the landowner to sell it to me, but I suppose I looked pitiful back then: long, unruly hair, patched-up clothes I inherited from my grandpa, and a beat up car from a brand that went bankrupt and no longer exists.

I worked from this house daily. It stayed with me through all my partners, all my...

Martian

Sera

2 min read

The air is dusty; the scent of debris is endless and Pat’s large nostrils can’t filter all of the particles before they end up somewhere in his body and up his brain. It pains him to think about it, so he sucks it up like everyone else. In and out, and in and out.

Humans, he was told, lived in a much better environment. There was more greens and blues contrasted by the reds and greys Pat has grow...

Mystery

Beauty

Sera

1 min read

They buried her slowly.

She wasn’t ready,

But still suffocated.

Supplements and cover-ups —

Pain and sweat —

Nothing could stop

The dirt that piled from above.

With each day

Regret piled on and

On and

On.

It was painful:

The mirror,

Which shows the death of my dear friend:

Beauty....

Poetry

The Last Post-it

Sera

2 min read

Estelle was a very organized person. It brought her peace of mind to see all her tasks laid out in front of her, and joy whenever she took it off the wall to signify it was completed.

So she supposed it made sense: the indescribable feeling of guilt when she didn’t complete a task. There was only one post-it left on the wall. Hypothetically, it should be easy. It should be easy to complete a simp...