Epilogue: Love Me Forever
#8 of different one of two short epilogues i wrote for different, both dealing with the concept of grief and loss. "no, i--no, it's fine. thank you for telling me. no, i... yes, i would. thank you. i will. goodbye."
A Painter's View (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The old raccoon gazed out over the world below, standing alone in the room of his apartment aboard the orbital station. Letting out a sigh as he turned his attentions to the digital easel, palette-pad in one hand and stylus brush in his other. The...
Chapter 13
I apologize for who short this chapter is, and how long it's been since I've written. But the truth is that this chapter is a set up to the next chapter, which reveals more about Beowulf than most people would think. Also, the ending is needed. Phelps...
My Son Riley
It was hard to wake up, but eventually wake I did. Six months ago, I had registered my son Riley for kindergarten. We had both been so excited. He was supposed to have his first day today. Right away I had figured out the day and...
Tears in the Aisle (Otherwise Untitled)
~ To the success of the plan, the grocery was significantly less occupied during the hours the badger had selected, and she found the cereal aisle to be empty on her arrival. She peered down along its length, fingers clamped firmly onto the handle of...
The Circle
I spoke with several grief counselors, and every one of them told me this was absolutely normal and that feeling this way usually lasted a while. i had thought once or twice about drinking to escape it, but i made the right decision in _not_ doing so.
A Specter's Warmth
(This story happens about halfway through the tale of one of my oldest characters, Ardin Kal’moore, a wolf who discovers he has a knack for enchanting items with magic. This story specifically follows Ardin’s mate, Bahn Dragorum, after tragedy befalls...
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A Song's Echo (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The wolf settled down quietly to the floor, leaning back against the wall next to the old phonograph. He flipped through the box of discs, pulling it in close to find the one he knew would be there. In the evening's sunlight, the grooves in the...
The Last Game of the Master Domino Player
The Last Game of the Master Domino...
An Image I Will Never Forget
The stench of death was in the air, bodies laid skewed across the ground, intestines hanging out, blood on their maw, but the one thing I will never forget is their eyes, the way that they're starting into the vast nothingness, the spark of life once...
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 136
grief. it was _grief_. it may have been the hunger that brought them here, but it was grief keeping the fires lit. it was grief setting their blood to boil. it was grief tearing their hearts to shreds.