no better reason to change | story

doth excerpt; reality and the love for human perception “To speak on perception for a moment, it is actually quite a curious occurrence. Would you like to hear about it? Oh, perfection! I am very sorry to go on so long, but I feel it is partially relevant to your question of the ‘how’ I…

Love and Understanding | Chapter 10

rough draft of demons of their heart excerpt. a trip to town. It was the coldest night of the season, and Santhan insisted Amalla dress for it.  Instead, the being had decided to wear a knee length dress of fern green and daisy white velvet that hugged the shoulders scooped at the neckline. Amalla’s new…

love of a divine

doth excerpt It was a sensation he believed he never could experience–that collective feeling and mutual sentiment that made two individuals completely bound in genuine oneness. A sentiment they both had shared upon their initial meeting, but one that would only be a modicum compared to what they each held for one another in the…

darkness

“Only darkness exists in my mind if a moment does not hold you in it. It is an essential darkness of potential, but I have been afraid for so long that I have hidden myself within it, too afraid to fully move past the false security it has gifted to me. It has confined and…

definition | one sentence story

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crushed into the perceptions and constructed fantasies of others and eaten alive. ~Sammicakes

Talking to a Memory | Saturday Writings

“I do not have any memories. Well… that is a lie. That is… I do not have any memories that do not have you in them. There is existence before you, of course, and while it is vast, it is ultimately blank and shapeless. It is void of feeling and purpose. The only parts that…

Lines of Life

a collection of one-liners I only hate you when the darkness fails to obscure your evil deeds, and even then I am lost in the magnificence of your power. Dying in my arms, trembling when trying to speak, and all they could do was scream in my face. Buried your memories within my soul: I…

job.

you don’t remember waking up. you don’t remember walking here. office could be a manifestation of your mind’s loneliest desire, you wouldn’t care. you have a job to do, the job is work. you walk the halls, the halls are barren and swollen with your thoughts, occasionally you hear the distant voice. you give it…

Lobster of Economy | Saturday Thoughts

I was once so enchanted by the products of this structure and the values it rested upon its pristine white pillars, but these years of thoughtful reflection (even in an era where I benefit from it greatly) have left me disillusioned. The Lobster There was an ugly town that was made up of the most…

Musings on Love | Volume 1

~Sweet, Speculative Dreams~ In this life I’ve come to know many types of love. The terrifying, the profound, the kind, the cruel. The fleeting and the everlasting–the sun’s raging heat and the moon’s light of ivory cool. And in your warm, fluttering hands upon your deep, sweeping chest, you hold them all. ~ Fractured Hearts…