Alone.
There, the shores of lonely remembrance see as to I have brought On the stirring abandoned rivers that are breathless through the shriveled drops of blood, And it is glinted from the wounding sun upon...
View Article“The Obsession” (Chapter 3 Via Kindle Vella).
Oktavia noticed the discomfort and cupped Mischa's chin. "It is dead, darling. What is there to fear?" She looked again at Oktavia. "So many things."
View ArticleBand Rehearsal Chronicles #1.
I lost myself in the music—I often did, just like when my guitar strap fell off while in the middle of a song we were playing once. I didn’t stop a beat as I got down on my knees to keep playing.
View ArticleMy reply, Lucy.
Originally posted on mtaggartwriter: and also the men who are too large, walking. hurting, toward the storeand the women who sit in their cars, windows nearly closed, smokeeverywhere and they see me...
View ArticleSolitude’s simplest explanation.
just not to feel anything beyond me in solitude’s Occam’s razor.
View Article“SOME MORE TIME?” by Kunjal G.
The humble words of the wise “Death is a prerequisite to life “it will always arrive and once it does...”
View ArticleChapter Three of The Obsession.
"But, you're neglecting to tell me everything. I know that, Mischa. What have you been hiding from me?" She looked almost sad as she put their dishes in the sink. 'Your memories, Oktavia. That's what...
View ArticleUse or be of use.
Shameless self promo for my “The Obsession” short chapter series. It’ll no longer be on Kindle Vella, but rather WebNovel due to an episode being blocked, messing up the order/formatting of the chapters.
View Article“The Obsession” (Chapter 4 via WebNovel).
Oktavia adjusted her suit and headgear of the rival country’s soldiers—their men. The glass could only reflect the moonlight as she annexed through the Castle of Ayothis. The sharp gladius in her hand...
View ArticleLeave a note (first).
How intoxicating; my heart in the oubliette taking root, brooding (such killing of art), would I murder my mockingbird like Bukowski’s own blue-bird, in his breast? At the death of note, maybe I’ll be...
View Article“Hid too well” poem published in Edge of Humanity Magazine.
I’m very happy to say that my poem, “Hid too well” has been published in Edge of Humanity.
View ArticleLamplight falls.
I had the same hope Sylvia Plath did, at one point, in her journal—she didn’t want to die.
View ArticleNovel Collaboration (Identify): Chapter 14.
His voice croaked. “If there is no escape, then there is no length of survival.” “Then Artemis was right. We have to murder this whole regime.”
View Article“lucys draco” by rog leach.
Dreamscape under his influence even the earth Trembles and quakes.
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