With a thick finger, Svenne jabbed at the north of Freelandr. “Inquisitors been comin’ in all along the northeastern border with Rendt, mostly the foothills so far. Nobody knows where they are holin’ up, but it ain’t hard to tell where they’re goin’. Spearbury . . .” She traced her way south. “Grayridge, Suntusk—
Humanity
Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
(Cover by Radu Muresan)(Special thanks to: MK, GW, CN, Rob, Ritika, and last but certainly not least, my editor Rosemary) ~ Note from the author: This series is intended for mature audiences. It has themes that some may find disturbing or unsuitable for children. Exercise proper caution when sharing the story. Apart from that, I … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath – Part 1: New Dawn
Remember (a poem, 2019)
Remember (a poem) I remember, only to forget. Remember who I am. ~ I am Death, I am life. I am all, I am nothing. I am man, I am beast. I am divine, I am daemon. I am whole, I am broken. I am strength, I am weakness. I am wise, I am foolish. … Continue reading Remember (a poem, 2019)
The Shell (a poem, 2022)
The Shell (a poem) Beneath the smile, the laugh, the jest, the kindness, the comradery, the humility, the generosity... the understanding... the hopefulness… ~ There was a lone voice screaming for reprieve. There was a lone voice screaming to be heard. There was a lone voice screaming for the end. ~ There the voice screamed, … Continue reading The Shell (a poem, 2022)
Losing (a poem)
Losing (a poem) This old, tired crisis. Staring in the face, The death of a necessary part of me. As the light leaves the eyes, The feelings slip through my hands. I fall out of love, This old, tired decision. Kill the rest of the tiny, innocent emotions, Bury them away. This world spares no … Continue reading Losing (a poem)
You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
You Won't Need This (a short story) The air in the blue-block waxed thicker with the scent of serenity. The heaviness of it was almost suffocating. My hands busily scrawled away at a leaf of parchment, using a strange carbon-tool I’d found some time ago. There was something eating at me. Sleeping underneath the mist … Continue reading You Won’t Need This (a short story, 2017)
