Stripping someone down to those bare parts makes it very easy to believe they aren’t alive. Or at least to look past that sometimes seemingly trifling fact that they’re human.
Through the smoke’s aperture, I can only see darkness, but His Flame burns brighter than ever. Stronger than any who oppose His will.
Welcome to the first of what I hope to be many pieces inspired by the writing prompts submitted by my Twitch viewers! I am very excited to see where this journey takes us and I am looking forward to all the things that I can create with the help you all give me. This first […]
2018 was a mess. A big, weird mess.
Gotta get back into things. Life doesn’t stop when we want it to.
A memory wriggled itself out of the hell of its archive.
Pearson had wanted to wear a jacket when he got out of bed. He loved jackets.
I cannot hide what I am anymore.
In ages past, our people were few. We could not grow in numbers as constant travel to tap into scarce sources of food kept us at humble numbers. In these days, the careful harvest of the Stoneborn Fig sustained us.
It’s me. Alone in this single room. This uncovered box.