Jack’s Smoke

Jack lights a cigarette. Any goal there may have been of quitting is out the window today. He lost his girlfriend then his job within hours. Damned be Hell if he should loose his smokes too. Liv always bitched about his smoking, told him to quit. Anya, though… she said it made him look sexy.... Continue Reading →

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A Wish Gone Cold

Emerald rushes away from from the Thyatirans to get back to the ocean before the nepenthe's spell wears off.

Original character sketch of Zephaniah, Tribe of Thyatira. The Nepenthe by Harley Kallisti

Catori’s Village

The sun sets on Corsonville. It's the summer solstice ceremony. Strings of lanterns hang in the trees, bonfires are being lit. There's a dance in the step of the people. The sound of drumming and windpipes have been filling their ears all day and everyone's looking forward to the evening's events.   The drumming becomes... Continue Reading →

The Necromancer’s Beginning

A murder of crows sit on the branches above. Catori brushes the red paint onto the totem lying in front of her. The face of the carving turns morbid as a ghost ascends. "You gotta quit doing that," Catori exclaims, "It's freaky." "What's the fun of being a ghost if you can't freak people?" He... Continue Reading →

Necromancer’s Dream

In a dark land she stands on the sand looking to the sea. A stabbing pain through her back, she turns around to see it is he. "Why have you come here?" she whispers. "Aren't you happy to see me?" he smiles wickedly He wraps a chain around her neck. Too heavy to stand she's... Continue Reading →

Sunshine Award

A Big thank you to Lizardin Bain for my first blogging award! This is an award given to people who share a sunshine feeling with fellow bloggers. Either the content is something that's warm and uplifting and/or the blogger is someone who spreads warmth and encouragement to others in their blogging community. This award was... Continue Reading →

Anya’s Journey

They love me, so they want me back. "She's gone rogue," they say. "She'll return," they lie to themselves. "She's just lost right now," they reason it. One step at a time my path reveals itself. Instinct is my compass and passion my vehicle, I brave the path they know nothing about.  Through the dark... Continue Reading →

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