fracturedA word used to tell about a split,sometimes the middle, other timesmessypatterns, questions, every directionthe glass can't hold together for longso to try,to force the splinters throughand to only see one flash of lightwiththe top bathed in crystalsbegging for reliefall my heart.
Call to Arms
Call to arms, when trying to fight,position, platform, where to go,what to hit, how to aim, hand and eyes together, fighting to survive.Once, there was a call to arms, the first time was the endless barrage of bombs in the skyblasting corpses from the skydefend.A teaching moment, a momentin survival, planning, relying when to fight, …
Convection Tinged
How many hits could he take? Twenty?No, must be thirty by now and increasing every second. The burly, giant-no, monster--mounted me before he could react. Trying to block the desperate claws, there was never going to be a moment when the barrage would pause. The beast screamed a roaring laugh, guttural and gurgling, as each …
Afterthought
a creature born, dine to deal a creature dies, born to breathe in the afterlife, it stains the curtains with every strike, knuckles worn a creature cut anymore a creature shocks, caught to catch a creature falls, lives to lie a creature follows, born to die. a creature signs, wrecked a way a creature struggles, …
Transmission of Guilt
Wesker huffed his remaining equipment into the back of his truck. Metallic shavings splashed from an unknown tear and fell into a corner, crunched together like sawdust and wood flakes. He latched the back, placed the cover, and double checked all four sides until he was absolutely sure nothing was misplaced. He locked the doors …
40 Sounds
Originally, it started with a snap. Not too similar to bark. It would have to be a bit stronger. So, a branch. That satisfying -WACK- when you'd kick an old empty trash bin from school. Take five of those, string them together, then you have what it sounded, what it echoed. But as one big …
The Decay Field
"God damn it," I screeched. Chunking a pile of dirt aside, it proved to do nothing more than add to a pile aside a single shovel I had abandoned an hour ago. The dig yielded complete zero. My partner, a rustic middle man, had given up the attempt two hours before me. The guy lounged …
Snap out of it
spider legs curl around its prey. Silk falls around the shoulders, gives a minuscule weight that brings two barbs deep into the meat. hanging beast gives protection against the elements. The cold seeps through the strands, and while the soft touch brings relief. Nothing else did. Everything else melted to liquid--torn to pieces. between the …
Flask
Reaching further into the center, he managed to yank the source away. Freed from its prison, manifested again to the rest of the world, it beat several times. Slow, methodical, silent as a lightning bug blinking in the darkness. A solid one second. Not a lot of time. Tiny compared to infinity. But that was …
Ignition
Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.
Just Buckle Down 