In the Halls of Ebony and Gold_Promise Me, Little Bird_Amour Macabre_Absorbed into Irrelevance
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In the Halls of Ebony and Gold
When I walk through the obsidian halls of my family’s home, I keep my eyes on the floor as my siblings pass by. Some leave trails of light behind them while others creep by like shadows, and I shiver as their fingers brush my shoulders. I leave no traces as I make my way down the hall. No one will smile at my light or recoil at my presence. The soles of my bare feet should echo and slap against the hard surface but instead my tread is silent. My sister once told me that my siblings are jealous of my ability to silently approach, to curl into humans minds like hands around a warm mug. But no on...
Promise Me, Little Bird
They broke for camp late, too late, and waking up alive and alone was the greatest surprise that it could have been. Lark crawled free of the tarp first, to start the fire and set the coffee. Aramina stayed under to wrap their mats and stuff their bags. A lovely form of monotony, packing up camp. The meat of it never dared to change.Aramina tossed their bags, then followed them outside. Pine-scent brushed her nose, thick in this ring of evergreens. The ground was soft with their needles. Luck had been with them last night, and the spot they had chosen was sheltered enough to turn the morning l...
Amour Macabre
He hovered above the wet clay track, the remnants of his shredded dark robe gliding onto the dirt and rocks. His skeletal feet did not move at all, as if frozen in time amongst the tombs. It was the night before the first snowfall, his last chance to awake them before Persephone retreated for her winter slumber. The grim figure stopped in front of the tallest tree in the graveyard, now bare of any leaf. Its knotty branches reached for the dark clouds covering the night sky as an old man reaches for the heavens before his final breath.Slowly, Death drew his violin from under his robe, and www.onedoor.ccplaye...
Absorbed into Irrelevance
Samantha gave me red liquid in a crystal flute.“Drink this, Dana,” she giggled. Samantha always giggled. She was short and cute and never laughed, only giggled.I drank from the crystal flute. It tasted like punch from an eight year old’s birthday party.“You’ll be in our sorority soon,” Samantha giggled. “We like you.”I giggled back at Samantha. I had never giggled before I came here to college. I laughed openly and with tears and snorts sometimes when my best friend Jeannie and I watched movies together back in high school. Jeannie wasn’t here though, and I needed a friend.Samantha was my guid...