You will be unable to mourn me because I have not claimed any gravestone in the ground. You will bash your drum set and curse that the notes spell out my name, and the sting of wine will sear through you like my words used to do. You will try to escape our past but…

  Wasted youth.    She gripped her chest, showing her tear stained face to the audience, holding her heart. Her knees were bruised and the bandages wrapped around her calves and thighs began to turn to crimson red. Desperation. Red. Blood.    “Please give me one more chance.” she stood up, her elbows fading to…

Silence, in soil deep. A seedling stirs from its sleep. With tender shoot and fragile root, Every fibre of its being yearns, For the warmth of the sun.   But oh, the earth, so brute and cold, The weight of above, a cruel surprise.   Buried deep, a race began. Each inch a battle, each…

CW: mention of death   “Excuse me.”    The tent flap was lifted open, and the three occupants squinted up simultaneously at the sudden light.   “Do you know where the princess is?”   The boy who asked was young, clear-eyed, and overall unremarkable. He stood at the entrance of the tent rather awkwardly as…

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It _____   Grief is a funny thing, ladies and gentlemen.    It’s hard to describe—and even harder to experience—because it’s an evasive little feeling. You forget,just for a second, and then it hits you again….

Stemming glacial waters, just as old as catacomb earth, the matriarch of the Castonet mountain range tends to its dewy dress. Its winding pathways are gravelly, mine shafts are patched, and at its greying crest rests one final village. Enclosed within its solitary arch lay 50 houses of the last deathless humans.  Their gateways seem…