The Slaves of Bärkenus_Pixie Pandemonium_sea witch_The Passing of the Quill
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The Slaves of Bärkenus
TW: suicide, suicidal ideation I pushed Ginny out the window. It was a quick death, her neck snapped the moment she plummeted onto the hard concrete floor of the orphanage, her broken body adorning the soft glow of the moonlight. I was the next one to go, propping my leg on the wooden ledge and pulling my torso into the frame, the frost in the wind kissing my cheeks as I lifted my head to look at the stars, blinking, enjoying the last bit of beauty none of us were allowed to touch. I shuddered when the door flung open, pushing myself off the window, but an icy hand locked onto my wrist then my...
Pixie Pandemonium
Zef giggled while Effie sighed. The two were perched on tree branch awaiting a victim for their current illusionary prank. It was standard fare. A bog had moved into the area and they had spelled the surface of his home to appear like it was still a grassy field and not the swampy marsh thing it had become. Zef, her best friend since they were pixlings, giggled again. Mere months ago, she would have been in the same laughing, high-spirited mood. But lately…lately, the normal zing of excitement from a prank about to be pulled or a heist about to bwww.onedoor.cce enacted was gone. And in its place was this ho...
sea witch
My first love was an ocean blue sky It’s been too long since I’ve drowned a man. Now my heart is paying the price. This one has an idiotic grin and I know the moon is struggling to wash him in silvery light. His heart quivers against my fingers, like a baby sparrow in my cupped palm. Delicate, vulnerable, and so painfully alive.Wild as the sea and sweet as a lie My song travels through the darkness, in waves of both sound and water. Unseen bandages of fatal melody combing through the undersea shadows. Even as it twines around him, he remains bewitched by my essence, flinching virtuously but ...
The Passing of the Quill
No one is gonna believe this story, but I'll write it anyway. I was in the library doing some research for a story I was writing. My internet was down so I went there for the free Wi-Fi. Hadn't been inside of a brick-and-mortar library since the pandemic started. The first night I was there, I saw the ancient character hunched over in the corner and thought he was a homeless guy just getting in out of the cold. Boy, was I mistaken!Each night for the next several weeks, I'd see him there scribbling in an old notebook. That book looked about as old as he did. Over the course of my visits, I woul...