strawberries in the air, waves of Ash, cedar burning to Embers I remember a fountain. There was white, red, and black, flowingand dousing the timbers below. A fraction of time caught between the spaces between fingers. Crack, crack, cracking towards the groundI remember being bound. Caught and burned, trounced and tied, Trial, trial, trial, until …
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Trance
I couldn't deal with being blinded. I didn't think anyone could properly form themselves back together when their sight was suddenly taken. I tried to grasp my bearings, I really did, but there was only so much my brain could process. A slow brain that handled any stressful situation with anxiety and panic attacks. I …
Dust of Whispers
Kota needed supplies. There wasn't a question about it when it came to surviving. Either you ran out and died, or you clawed and crafted to give yourself that little bit of edge above the next individual. A shameful, but necessary tactic. One sometimes taught by an experienced person, sometimes learned easily by observing, counting, …
Heavy into the Unknown
Why were things so fuzzy? Jacob thought. Why couldn't he form the correct thoughts? They were being yanked away. Against his will, as a toy from an eager dog. A treat from a child being punished for too many sweets. Jacob mentally clawed for the right thoughts. Or the useful ones so he could understand …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Concussion
whispers--fly through strands of hairagainst the flesh behind the earsbetween the fingers and into drumstelling you to reign and runwords and whispers--calm and caress, kill and catchbacking against the wallwith only whispers running down your backbone. whispers--crack the windows, three at a timebend the doors, two at a timetwist each thoughtone time
Mystified
Five people had already been taken. A few neighbors, three kids from the nearby school. It was a vastly bright bullet from the sky. It pierced through the clouds like a whole punched through paper. From space, and spiking its ways around the person, it punctured the grassy hill and sliced miles down. It seemed …
Just Buckle Down 