Dying
I awaken with a gasp. The air feels somewhat heavier this time. The 5th time. There's nothing. Nothing but my own rushing thoughts. With my eyes I see bleak darkness, but in my mind I see my memories come flooding. I have relived
Throne
They say all men yearn for power and control. That's not true. Some men yearn for power and control. It consumes them. Changes the very fabric of their being. They are not anyone if they don't have power. They use any means
Embers and Infernos
As long as the fire has oxygen, heat and fuel - the fire triangle - it can burn forever. But all fires are not the same. Some fires are wildfires that rip nature apart, some fires are contained so as
Box
I remember rolling, and falling. I remember the light disappearing. I remember the feeling of movement. Then nothing much. Nothing but darkness and silence. Nothing but my own thoughts and four walls. The box made me think things I'd never thought before. It made
Purgatory
They say purgatory is the grey between heaven and hell, the limbo a soul is caught in before it leaves this world forever. Purgatory is not as simple as people think it is. There is no monotone field where people flock
Waiting Room
A doctor is supposed to help, aren't they? A doctor is suppose to take away an ailment, treat the wounded, fix the broken? I'm broken beyond repair, and no amount of scans, or pills, or treatments, is ever going to fix me. But
Move On Up
A man and his son were walking through their orchard one day. The son, being a child of only six, was bumbling along after his father, laughing and frolicking as his father surveyed the land. The father picked an apple, buffed
Plan for Death.
I once heard of a family here in Arcadia. They were quite well to do, not from the Slums, and they had been sold this idea. I can't remember how it came to pass, but we were sat, one night,
Sing Me To Sleep
'Hush little baby, don't say a word Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird' As a child, my mama would sing to me, to soothe me into sleep. Her voice was as sweet as any bird, mocking or otherwise, and it was
REBOOT
Powered down. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No- A flash of light, and the spark returns. Ocular receptors back online, taking in images from the surroundings. Audio fading in. The muddled sounds starting to take formation into actual words. Blink. Breathe. Live. My hands shake, but they're my hands. Or are they? They