Sleeping Wishes

It wasn’t easy to get here.

The path is narrow, full of holes. Every step was marred—echoed, really—by the steps of the jungle beasts. By the creatures of this magical forest. I could hear their cries at night, and feel their eyes watching in the day. At some point, the trees gave up on me, gave in. Began reaching for me, choking up on the path ahead. Trying to prevent me from going forward.

Yes, it wasn’t easy getting here.

Not in the slightest.


When the sleeper wakes…

It will be worth it.

Won’t it?
Continue reading “Sleeping Wishes”

Thorny Fate

I am not here of my own accord.

Fate was set. Pulled into motion. Gears of time and space and virtue, all meshing together to tick down. To continue counting the seconds until the bell would toll. Until the hammer would strike.

I am not here of my own accord, I can promise you that.


I am here.

And I am no fool.

And so:

I must do what it is that I was destined to do. Regardless of how I feel, of what I want, I know what I must do, and I will do it.

Pave the way.
Continue reading “Thorny Fate”

Wishing Well

I watched him.

For years, I watched him.

Wandering into the forest, the boy with rags. Holes in his soles. He’d wander in, following the old rocks. Leap the fallen logs. Meander through the fallen leaves until, at last, he’d find it.

The well.

And, that poor boy—do you know what he’d do?

Toss a copper.

Make a wish.

Throw offerings into the well.

Hope that his prayers said before the stones were heard. That his wish would rise off the water, echo into the heavens.

Tossing his living into the well. Continue reading “Wishing Well”

Hyde Within

It tasted like sanitizer. Like rubbing alcohol. Like pouring acid down my throat. A plastic bottle full of poison.

But I drank anyway.

Let the burn run through me as the haze settled in. As I started to sway, to fog up.

To forget.

An impossible thing, forgetting.

But I’ll try anyway. Continue reading “Hyde Within”

From The Glass

I found a glass.

It looked like a tube. A spyglass that had lost most of its bulk. It was transparent, but the material inside was jagged. Edged. Sharp. If it broke, it would probably splinter, with the way it was bent inside. Twisted.


That’s what it did.

A spyglass that made things closer. That made them bigger. A spyglass that brought things to the forefront of your mind, by bringing it to the forefront of your eyes.

Warped interior and all.

I found a glass. Continue reading “From The Glass”

Silver Colored Stupid

“Are you… painting? …again?”

I, in fact, was painting again.

But I wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

“Did you need something Silver? Or are you just here to be a nuisance?”

Silver just looked at me, a bit dumbfounded. Just for a moment. If he let the look linger too long, he knew I’d slap it off his face.

“Oh, uh, I just wanted to borrow your copy of DragonKnack again. If that’s alright,” he tacked on the last bit in an attempt to sound more polite.

Which I knew was a farce.

Silver Owens was anything but polite.

…it’s probably why he irritated me so much.


Without saying a word, I ventured back inside to grab the game.

When I returned and thrusted the box at Silver, he looked a little shocked.

“Uh, thanks,” he said, voice colored with uncertainty.

“Yeah, yeah. Return it tomorrow please.”

And I shut the door. It was all I could do to keep from exploding.

Because this was stupid. This whole thing was stupid.

I still couldn’t believe it.

I was in love with Silver Owens.

And I still didn’t have the heart to tell myself.  Continue reading “Silver Colored Stupid”


The door slammed a lot harder than she expected. As if the wind took it, or an angry demon had been summoned inside the apartment.

Which could be the case, in all honesty.

However, that wasn’t why the door slammed.

It was because she was angry.

And, quite possibly, a little hurt.


As hurt as a vampire can be, anyway. Continue reading “Okay”

More Than A God

A static fills the air, charges it with heat.

And then explodes.

Light and heat burst forth, cracking the air. Yellow or purple or blue explodes before the eyes. Asserting itself with a roar, with fire, with destruction.

What’s more devastating than a lightning strike?

Such a sudden thing. Such a fickle thing.

Here and then gone. A flash and nothing more.

I don’t want to be a lightning strike. Not just a lightning strike. Not when I can be so much more.

We can be so much more. Continue reading “More Than A God”

Tiger Cage

“Look, I just got the nerve to get in the cage, so don’t bite me now. Alright?”

The creature I’m speaking to merely stares. Yellow eyes boring into mine.

A tiger.

I’ve just gotten into a tiger cage.

And I’m terrified. Continue reading “Tiger Cage”

Keep Singing

They say you should never wander into the forest alone.

I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe they feel that it’s safer if there’s two of you. That way, if one of you gets mauled by a manticore, the other can scream.

That’s the only way I can logic it, anyhow.

But, as I said:

They say you should never wander into the forest alone.


I’m not really alone.

Am I? Continue reading “Keep Singing”