Dark Dive
I’m drowning, and that’s not a figure of speech.
Fantasy
Nightvoid: The Pig boy
Elwyn was slowly rotated in the air, legs kicking against the air as if he were still running. His rotation brought him to face Father, round bearded face bright red.
Nightvoid: Sirkelandri of the Hills
As the receding waters reveal the shore, the whole world was revealed as Sirk found himself to be seated in a stone circle on the plains.
The Song of Cyrus
I run down another twisted, winding hallway, and still that infernal song finds me. It has followed me, even into the desolation of this place. Even the walls of my prison seem to
A Heart on a Chain
Any ordinary girl would have been asleep when the stars were waking. Their eyes had been opened with the moonrise. The giant clock in the sky ticked along to the beat as it