He lay there half buried in sand, A ruined structure that once housed a man, Now housing only bottom feeders. How he got there he can’t recall, No memories survived the fall. Who was he before? Was he a sailor on one of the ships That pass by over the abyss, Until storms … More Skeleton Dreaming
Every day I kill you. When I wake up alone in my own bed, I kill your clutching arms When I get dressed and leave my home, I kill the voice that kept me indoors When I see my friends, on my own, I kill your cancelled plans When I buy new clothes, ones I … More Self-Defence Plea
Popularity is temporary. That’s what people had told Greta in her teens. That she wouldn’t have the looks, the smile, the friends she had in school forever. Of course, Greta never believed them. Why would she? Her friends liked her for more than her looks and a convenient lunch buddy. They loved her. No one … More Temporary
It was a good sort of way to make a living. Saving damsels, slaying dragons. Once you got the knack of it, it was almost like a performance. Sometimes there needn’t even be any dragons. On the memorable occasion that the townsfolk of Little-Piddlington convinced themselves a dragon was living in their well, three and … More Previous Job Title: Dragon Slayer
The boy they found in the attic was skinny, with limbs as thin and limp as spaghetti. His eyes were big and round in the darkness and it was clear that any attempt to approach him would frighten him further. Instead they scrutinised him from the trapdoor, scanning his face and form for clues. He … More The Attic Boy
Aggie never really considered that ‘eye of newt and tongue of bat’ was impractical and probably more Shakespeare than Satanism. It wasn’t really something a normal person thought of. At least, not usually. Mixing weird ingredients together to serve to her cheating husband seemed more a petty act of revenge than a potion to ensnare … More Eye of Newt and Mouldy Strawberries
Nyx has scorned me. Hypnos will not be summoned but during daylight hours. The night surrounds but does not enfold me, leaving me restless and without peace. My tired mind slips to less welcome sons of the night. In daylight I waver, weakened and pale, missing the sweet touch on Diane’s silver and longing for … More Nyx
It’s just chemistry, Just hormones and electrical impulses, Just biological reactions that tighten my throat and chest There’s nothing mystical, nothing evil about the feeling that crawls up my spine, tensing my muscles as it goes. It’s just chemistry, Just biology, just my own body working against me.
When I have purpose, and when I am working towards that purpose I am happy. The problem is that purpose is hard. I cleaned the cat tray today after nearly a week of avoiding it – gross I know – and I felt this energetic thrill of accomplishment and empowerment. I’d done something I had … More Purpose and Procrastination
Anxiety is not “I worry that people don’t like me” Anxiety is not “I’m nervous” Anxiety is not “I’m shy” Anxiety is choking, breathing fast because you’ve never been on this bus before and every second you’re on it is like drowning Anxiety is clawing at your skin until it bleeds because the … More Anxiety is Not
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