Hatch Or Suffocate
The air is growing stale and close. I press my hands against the cool, smooth, gently curving surface surrounding me. Searching.
Topic
1st person PoV
A collection of 71 issues
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.
My Wife's Secret Room
For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me.
Why must I never look inside?
Why wonât she at least EXPLAIN?
I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep
Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.