Salutations! Welcome to the wacky worlds of my imagination.
He adjusted his mantle of starlight, and raised a hand to grasp the spiral arms of the bow. Comets fled from his touch, as white-hot plasma arced from one pole to the other, a bowstring of star-stuff and an arrow of gamma rays.
By PhoenixWrites3 years ago in Fiction
Iris of the storm, Tranquil lake of purest teal, Surrounded by rage.
By PhoenixWrites3 years ago in Poets
“It is not, I think, in the realm of man that consciousness truly lies. There must be another - some great Beyond - to balance the harsh mathematics of reality. This other I brand Elsewhere, home of our queen.”
By PhoenixWrites4 years ago in Horror
