Category Archives: Fiction
Must be
She woke up, a memory of blood bubbling at her lips, salt in her throat. It felt like seawater in her eyes, up her nose. Everything stung. Everything was knives. Everything was tightening, tightening. “You’re not you,” she whispered, staggering … Continue reading
Yes, Lord.
Wake up. The young, burly blonde man shudders in his sleep, and rolls over. “Hnnh?” Wake up, child. “I…wha–” He sits up, rubbing his eyes, and looks around, but sees no one, and comes fully awake, half-startled, jumping out of … Continue reading
Still searching
Everything had been coming apart for a long time now. She worried there would be absolutely no way to put it all back together. How many fragments in space and time. How many moments had she almost had him in … Continue reading
Dreams are
Dreams are a potent thing, especially for one who lives in life, serving death. Dreams are away for the past to speak to us, for our experiences to live with us, all over again. Dreams are a way for the … Continue reading
I keep finding him
For so long (I don’t even know how long we’ve been at this. Moments? Millenia?) he was always just out of my reach, every time I slipped. I walked into one doorway and out of another; in the inbetween moment … Continue reading