Harbingers Of Life And Friendship âNever look a crow in the eyesâ, I was told as a child. âThey steal away souls. Theyâll lay death upon you, then eat your ghost before it reaches the After.â
An Itinerant Mouse On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart.
Hatch Or Suffocate The air is growing stale and close. I press my hands against the cool, smooth, gently curving surface surrounding me. Searching.
The Heartbeat Of The Club I stomp until the memories of this hard week beg for mercy beneath my feet. I sway until the clinging sadness gives up and falls away. I punch the air until my frustration is splattered across the ceiling like invisible neon paint.
A Perfectly Normal Approach Itâs nothing. I mean, itâs perfectly normal to mess around and experiment with your avatars, right? Especially when you always end up having a dozen characters in each game you play. Thatâs just⌠everyone does that. Itâs NORMAL.
The "Free Hugs" Pipe The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading âFREE HUGS!â with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
The Witch Phoenix The tang of ash and regret chokes the air. I angle my wings and soar down, down⌠not towards the charred skeleton of a hut or the corpses within, but to the other end of the pitiful trail; the cowering figure huddled deep in the woods.
In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. Weâre all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
A Time Capsule Of Dreams Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.
Justice For The Spyder Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.