It was going to be difficult to kill him. Not because he was well trained: he definitely was not. It’s because I’m in love with this god damn stupid psychopath idiot. Sobs racked my body because I was bound, gagged, and kidnapped by the psychopath I’d stupidly fall in love with. Despite my physical circumstances, the only part of me that felt tortured was my heart. My body was bruised and my joint...
To turn or not to turn, that is the question. My signal is flashing but my foot is hovering hesitantly over the brake. Going right at this junction will take me the quickest route into town, but the journey is dark and deserted. I’d drive for miles between areas with cellphone reception.
Going straight will take longer but the roads are more well lit. There are more buisnesses and neighborhoods ...
“It is fun to think I am nothing, only because it allows me to realize I am everything.”
- Someone.
My humans call it a lot of things. Hide and Seek. Cat and Mouse. Student and Teacher. Victim and tormenter. This dualistic delusion exists in everything. The truth of wholeness also exists in this delusion, though it’s invisible to the average person more often than not. That’s the game. Remember...
A new affinity had not presented itself for over a century. Every power known to Witch and Wizard alike sourced from one of the four elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Air. That was always the way it worked. Supernatural power came from Mother Nature and was therefore bound by her laws — as were we all. The spectrum of power a witch could be blessed with only dealt with objective abilitiies, inanimate...
“Don’t!” My mothers voice booms inside my head and it sends a jolt of panic through my already fried nervous system.
Telepathic communication is suuuuper convenient. Yeah, whatever. It’s not going to be very convenient when that shit gives me a heart attack from all the adrenaline and cortisol.
Is it too much to ask that we get a ringtone or something? Maybe a little vibration sensation? I’d ...
Their feet were what wasted away first. The “gone ones” (as we call them) that were fortunate enough to die with shoes on are the only ones that can manage something that remotely resembles dancing. Although their movements looked incredibly awkward and jerky, I have to admit they were perfectly on tempo. Even the ones that had more bone showing than skin.
They look like a personification of the...
My smile scares you. Everything about me makes you want to run away. You can’t see the beauty in my bones. That makes me sad but it’s okay. Because I can see the beauty in yours and I know that it’s good to feel sad sometimes.
I see it! Yes. Unmistakable. I know it like I know where the stars will lay each night. Buried deep under your skin beneath muscle and tissue and trauma. I see the structur...
