Shown and Told
I cannot hide what I am anymore.
Author: Neon Hammer
Writer. Optimist. Nihilist.
By Wind Swept
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.
Drowntown
It’s me. Alone in this single room. This uncovered box.
Half a Moon Away
I had read the Words. The same as anyone else. They meant as much to me as they did to the others.
On Spheres Now Frozen
We implored it to stay. Cast ourselves upon the ground below it and cried up to its radiance.
To Lead Through Nowhere
This was their road.
Lanterns
I’m one of the last Piecemen left. We few holdouts who didn’t want to seek refuge in the Light.
