Space, empty and blackTravelers through nothingnessDeath is a journey The plush faux leather chair made noise with every movement. They didn’t understand his fascination. They being everyone. He even had the smell of leather imparted into the fabric. Dead cow. He remembered the words said in disgust, almost like a slur, from the ambassador’s interpreterContinue reading “Travelers Through Nothingness”
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That Which Lay Beneath
“Hello Afrael.” “Hello Sir Dragon, Yeon.” “Why so formal Afrael? Your lips forget what they have kissed,” said Yeon, smiling broadly. “You were not in that form,” said Afrael. His cheeks took a slightly redder hue but his eyes remained fixed. “Would you prefer this?” asked Yeon, shapeshifting into a tall middle aged half elfContinue reading “That Which Lay Beneath”
Remembering In The Rain
The rains fall from the clouds adding to the late summer humidity rather than easing it. I sit in the backyard watching puddles form in the spaces between the stones, watering the weeds that fought their way through. Thunder sounds in the distance but too far to cause worry, as if thunder for me everContinue reading “Remembering In The Rain”
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