50/50

In dreams, bones danced. Flowers bloomed in the eyes of a murderer, but withered on vines that instead grew hearts, beating a rhythm out to the sound of an ungodly scream. Nash groaned as the cat yowled. It was 6am in the land of the living, and if Nash wanted to be clean before classes … More 50/50

The Hungry One

The only thing that keeps us sane is the knowledge that we know we are not crazy. Perhaps sane is too strange a word -still able to experience the truth, perhaps? Experience -so subjective a term! And yet it is all we have. No tools, no instruments of science can record that which I –Which … More The Hungry One

The Fairy Wife

Ah beloved You would understand I thought My people have stories about us/them/us/again I have tried time and time again but each time you clip my wings One day to myself, to cloth myself in feathered glory You promised not to look I have borne children with you then/now/forever Our marriage has been sterile before/again/never/always … More The Fairy Wife

Marianas

It is a well established fact that the human body (or bodies of the more-or-less human) floats (well, more or less). Human bodies tend to be at least a little less dense than water. Despite this, a human (more or less) was caught beneath the waves, under several tons of pressure. Her bones creaked and … More Marianas

Something Calming

It’s going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but it will be. Listen. Where are you? Are you in the city? Hear the small sounds, the people sounds, the birds and the wind and the cars. They don’t have to mean anything. They just exist. Remember. … More Something Calming

Red Ashes

Nothing, save sunlight, had touched this land in a millennium. Animals, even the insects and worms, had yet to repopulate this far south. With no food to draw them, the migratory birds had changed their routes; when marine life strayed too close, they soon joined the decomposing wall of flesh that was still sinking to … More Red Ashes

Slipskin

Tay was… well, heavenly. It wasn’t usually this good. Usually there was a distant part, a separation, a wall that observed and jotted down every detail. But Tay’s scent, sweat and dirt and lavender soap, made xem more real. Xir calloused hands, arthritic from a young age, were gentle if not agile, and unmistakable to … More Slipskin

The roots run deeper

The Hunters were out in full force this evening, each eyeing the other suspiciously, each certain they, and only they, were destined to catch the Beast. If one were to mistake them for a group, one would have to conclude they were hopelessly disorganized. Once the fall equinox had come and gone, their competitions ramped … More The roots run deeper