Aidan Doyle

A yolk trapped in an egg, ready to slip out in my yellow night robe and tackle the needs of many.

https://tunestonestudios.com/

Writings

Followers

Following

Aidan Doyle

A yolk trapped in an egg, ready to slip out in my yellow night robe and tackle the needs of many.

https://tunestonestudios.com/

Writings

Followers

Following

Replacement

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

We have been led into a need for replacement. If your shirt rips or your knives warp then you can simply buy new ones. When your car parts start to wear, your mechanic can order more. You spend money, so that new money may come in. And when the bills fade, they’ll just print new ones! You replace hours with a paycheck so that you can keep replacing more aspects of your life.

People seem to becomin...

Humour

Drama

The Wanderer

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

When she comes to you crying,

Be there for her, but don’t believe her.

She’s not who she says she is.

Her heart will scream out,

That she is nothing.

She will call herself worthless,

Throwing herself on the ground in a daze.

Do not listen to her claims,

She is lost behind the veil of self hatred.

When she looks in the mirror

She sees a puke green monster

With thick bile dripping from its lips.

Whe...

Mystery

Drama

Never Letting Go Of Love

Aidan Doyle

2 min read

I held her hand tight, and I wasn’t ever letting go. We went everywhere together, even when she wasn’t allowed. I would just tuck her away and hide her. Even when the smell came I held tight, because I knew she would be the only one to ever see me, to hold me. At home we were safe to be ourselves. She could be out and about and we could be as loud as we wanted. We ate dinner and washed the dishes ...

Horror

Thriller

At The End Of The Cul-De-Sac

Aidan Doyle

4 min read

Nothing was allowed to go wrong. Not in our little paradise amongst the trees. We lived at the peak of a cul-de-sac, when you came up the road it seemed as if we were the kings of our block, sitting pretty on our central throne. And with my husband as the president of the HOA, we practically did rule the neighborhood. The grass couldn’t exceed 3 inches, fences had to stop at the bellybutton, and a...

Drama

Horror

Why Slumber

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

The fickle feeling of flesh, watching it rot with eyes open.

But when they’re shut, we may live on forever.

The trials of age fade, our bodies slow while our minds pick up.

Missing limbs reclaimed, lost lovers rise from the void

The ability to make a wish come true… for a time.

Until either the eyes pry themselves open again,

Or the terror sets in.

We may be released from our dream, or be plunged ...

Poetry

Mystery

Half Root

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

What to do when half your roots keep you alive while the other half poison you? Some roots stretch far to gather widespread nutrients, yet others run right into rock. Do you cut them off? Do you have the power to cut off the very things keeping you tied down? This is your life, these are your roots. You didn’t choose them, but they grow from you nonetheless. Can you make that choice? Can you see ...

Poetry

Drama

The Giver

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

I will shower you in everything I have,

My hands, my lips, my chest.

My eyes would pop from their sockets

And roll to you, if you so wished.

And if my body isn’t enough for you,

Then certainly I can change.

I can break what you hate

And build something you could love.

But when bones aren’t enough,

You have my actions, my will.

When the world has been set ablaze,

Know that I did it for your heart.

...

Poetry

Horror

Custody

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

Cut

Like pieces

Of birthday cake.

Some for you!

And some for me?

Too busy

Focusing on who gets a slice,

To look at the dessert itself.

Decorated

and

Devoured

But w...

Poetry

Mystery

The Great Breath

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

Breathe in… hold it, just a little longer, and release.

The pendulum swings again.

Escaping one moment of tension,

to sway through momentary freedom

just to end up in another place of tension.

The push and pull of the waves,

a shift in the breeze.

A great moving mass, carving out its path

But never wasting a speck of dust.

For there is no destruction,

Only recreation.

A reallocatio...

Poetry

Fantasy

The Core

Aidan Doyle

1 min read

When the old gods created the planets, they sent me, their chief errand boy to be graced by their beauty. And beautiful they were, with rivers carving away through miles of rock, and hexagonal towers that sprouted from the ground. Nothing but the wind and the water moved, all was at peace. Until I discovered the caves. They stretched on and on, changing with the world above. I followed the caves d...

Fantasy

Adventure