The Skin Cycle VI: A Wild Field
In a wild field, where you've left me To contemplate, but not discover What it was like, when we were alive. If your heart remained A pulsing organ, from which The bulging veins and arteries Would crawl up and blossom From the ground, into a flower-- I...
The Skin Cycle V: Stray Stars
I was made to see the stars glow cold Last night, in sync, With a distant wolf's mourning howl-- Walking home With the nightwind at my back. I had to stop-- Stop, and look about In bewilderment, To wonder where This auditory hallucination Had taken my...
Purgatory
Tekvarr gazed at the cloudy, dimming sky as night fell upon the world. He knew he couldn't stay here any longer. It was foolish for him to stay as long as he did, but he didn't understand what exactly was happening. When he had ascended the stairs, the...
Writing Tips
Are you going for detail or abstraction? decide in advance. an abstract or implied sex scene can be just as hot as one with lots of detail. which kind fits better? if you are going for detail, vary your language.
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Bun Story (planned)
abstract- bun, romance, 30 year war misery level, dystopia vibes on destroyed world. 5. mcs- 6. female. 7.
Time
I am tied down by the hands of the clock. I restrained by an idea that I cannot touch or see. When I cannot see time, I grasp for a clock. In the absence of a clock, I'm left grasping for straws. In the absence of seconds, minutes, hours, and...
What Love Is
What Love Is By Kazufox Love burns greatly in this gloomy world, Expressed rarely to its full potential, Still glowing warmly in the hearts that have feeling. Love always forgiving and caring, As if a long lost friend, Wraps those...
Meeting The "Family"
abstract's orders." abstract advised, "that doesn't work, then threaten to contact galestrom. only we call him that, so he'll think you're one of us and obey you.""last thing."
Writing Tips vol. 2
Whenever you are having a character explain something via abstract thoughts, you are flirting with breaking the fourth wall.
The Echoes
I lost the echos. I didn't mean to. It sort of just slipped away, and now whenever I try to yell, I don't hear anything anymore, that far-off voice is gone. No one responds back, here in the deadlands, especially to me. I don't live alone. That...
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (Two)
This is the last of it. It is the entirety of the story and everything is in there. It's not incomplete. Excuse the grammatical mistakes and shit, I'll fix them at some...