To begin this sequence: Trapped, Part 1 Preceding entry: Loop, Part 4 Jake slid forward, gliding in a crouch across the rooftop on almost pure blue paint. He used his brush, with green paint at the end, to propel him forward, as though he was rowing a boat. He had to move with utmost silence in … Continue reading Loop, Part 5
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Dry
Craig’s hands had been hard and rough for years. He had grown accustomed to it, and simply accepted it as a product of his life and work. In the winter, they grew even rougher, for the cold, dry air siphoned the moisture from them. Sometimes — often, in fact — they grew so dry that … Continue reading Dry
The Death of Language
In the year that would later come to be known as 0 N.D. by historians, a sequence of events occured, the repercussions of which were experienced worldwide. These events had a lasting impact on the history of the world. As such, it has been studied exclusively not only by historians, but by anthropologists, arcanologists, sociologists, … Continue reading The Death of Language
Becoming, Part X
Becoming, Part IX I followed Rystala inside the dwelling. I had never been inside a human home before. It was a new and interesting experience. I had no way of knowing whether or not Rystala kept a typical home. I knew, from the view of the dwelling I had taken in while we approached, that … Continue reading Becoming, Part X
The Sewers
This immediately follows Toward the City. I originally meant to publish it the next day, but somehow I managed to forget. I have no cloth to cover my face, and Garth doesn’t provide me with one. The smell is unpleasant, to say the least. I bring my hood around my face and breath through that. … Continue reading The Sewers
The Paths
There came a point along their path when it split into two. There was no telling, from where the path forked, where either side might lead, and so there was little too guide them in their choice. Nevertheless, they did not truly discuss it, not aloud. They simply chose one side and continued on their … Continue reading The Paths
Sienna in a Coffee Shop
The barista smiled at Sienna as she took her cup of coffee. She smiled back, though it didn’t feel genuine. She was not unhappy, not exactly, but it took effort to bring that smile to the surface. A maelstrom of emotions swirled around her heart, making it difficult to focus on the present. Sienna took … Continue reading Sienna in a Coffee Shop
Toward the City
I see the city growing in the distance long before we reach it. I see it from high above, first, a growing, irregular shape in the distance, solidifying as the haze caused by daylight slowly peels back as we move toward it. At first, I do not know it for what it is. I think … Continue reading Toward the City
Bull
“Hey Ty, did you hear about Margot?” I was a bit taken aback by Stephanie’s first words of the morning. Usually they’re something along the lines of “Hello” or “Good morning.” To be accosted by new words on a Tuesday morning, a time I’ve spent years developing into a perfect routine, threw me slightly off … Continue reading Bull
New Person
She said, "I'm going to be a new person." So she dyed her hair grey, and she painted her lips violet. She put her sweaters and jeans away, and bought dresses — She pierced her eyes and her eyebrow and her upper lip, just on one side. She threw away her flats and bought heals, … Continue reading New Person
Daydreams 