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Hello all, I’m going to apologize in advance for the unfinished stories on here. I might take some time one day to go back and edit some things and maybe at that time I will find some new energy to continue on. But as of right now, each story feels blank to me. I just […]
Just a post to let you know the blog has not been abandoned but the writer is in a fog. Hopefully so I will have the energy and focus to re-read the stories in progress and figure out how to bring them to some kind of conclusion. You may have noticed, if you visit via […]
I asked this on social media recently as a way to jog my brain towards what kind of writing I want to make my committed (offline. Sorry.) project. World building, at least to me, is the sit down and bleed on the page version of writing. The dreaming up. The imagination. The building of a […]
Continued from part 1 Malika woke up at 3 a.m. It was cool outside the covers. She looked around to see if she could conjure any parts of the vision she had the night before. Nothing came to mind as she tried to re-invision where she might be in the old building. Part of her […]
In twenty years, there was never a miss. And there was no such thing as retirement in this profession. Hiding was as good as Alisa could hope for as she looked around her now, old place. Splattered with blood, a former friend in their last gasp. Broken glass, just the one. A perfectly ruined apartment. […]
I lie everydayThere is no point in repentingI didn’t ask the world to not careAbout pain or anything elseEspecially from those who Look like meSo I lieEveryfuckin dayMight as well cuss tooI get to be mad somewhere Even in the silence of a pageSo I lieEvery single dayEvery day where choice is rarely mineWhere it’s […]
Continuing from previous post Alex followed Charles straight through the kitchen, up a grand staircase to the second floor and up a narrow hallway staircase to a more hidden 3rd floor. It felt like an elaborate attic turned into a kind of servant’s quarters. There were four doors. Two were open. “I’m across the hall […]
Continuing from this post Samir knocked on the partition three times and the car swerved off the road and came to a stop. Celeste sighed. So much for a cover story. “One more time, Sheherazade,” Samir said sarcastically as he turned in his seat to face her. “There was a hit. I didn’t carry it […]
Continuing from pt 2 Demona stayed in his arms. When immortal, a moment always felt like forever, but fleeting in reflection. And for some reason, in this moment, all she could do was stand there. “For this era, we need to agree on the names. You say Asmodeus too loud and we’re going to get […]
Continuing from original post Demona turned around and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her. Eons? She looked at the round kitchen table and saw a book. That wasn’t there before, she thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In her mind, she focused on the basement and sealed it away from […]
