Fiction
I write stories here. These are fragments of imagined people doing real damage, or real people dissolving into imagined worlds.
тоска, A Murderer's Confession
I never put much stock in the concept of a soul, until I began to kill. No, that is not quite accurate. Let me start again. Language is always like this—it slips away …
To Sisyphus's Stone
My eyelids were heavy, a downward pull, but the car was shaking, a continuous rocking that finally dragged me out, dragged me into this greyish-white fog. I was sitting, …
Dragon Disaster
Lilith awoke to a weak, hazy light outside the window. She stared at the ceiling. There was a low hum in the air, constant and unchanging. She closed her eyes, but the …
Please Continue Writing
The school bell echoed through the classroom, and the projector cast a faint, bright spot on the blackboard. The air was filled with the light scent of chalk dust. …
Deathbed
You try to pick up the scattered bricks and rubble, hoping to rebuild that paradise. But you should have known long ago that it was a hopeless situation, and you knew …
Sin Domain - Crying Horse
Sin Domain: Located at the pass between the Gradual-Increase Belt of the Flat Domain and the Heavy Domain, it holds a monopoly on the passage from the immense gravity of …
What I Can Give You
I give you the mist-horses folded within my diary, The whale’s road, and the throbbing clouds. I give you a galactic train that traverses all things, And ceases never. I …
Long Night's Cry
And the child shall lie down in silence, and none shall remember her name. In this nameless little city in the south, time always seemed to flow a little slower than …