Roman Hale

Joined September 2025

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A Breath of Air and Light. Content Warning.
“Here, piggy piggy…” The Mokum stood eerily still, crouching near a vent and cycling through its memories from the previous compact. It attempted to locate the source of the whisper. The Mokum turned in all directions, flashing a floodlight on the now-illuminated room around it, but to no avail. The whisper did not repeat.
By Roman Hale24 days ago in Fiction
Catechism Schism. Content Warning.
The twisted fibers cut his skin. Wincing, Alexander pulls his hand to his mouth, cleaning the blood from his fingers. The rope is rough, and it hurts to grasp. It hurts more than he had been used to. He doesn’t let go.
By Roman Hale2 months ago in Fiction
Observation Hours
The hospital is nearly empty; the time is well after 3:00 AM. The walls are white. The tiles on the floor are a pale gray. A quiet hum buzzes over the intercom.
By Roman Hale2 months ago in Fiction
Tommyrot. Content Warning.
The only real concern I have with the vibrations in my blood — the ones that make my hands shake, my heart flutter, my arms shudder, and my stomach upchuck — is what they’re doing to my teeth. The routine vomiting is taking a toll.
By Roman Hale2 months ago in Fiction
Thricefold Slices of Life
For your entertainment purposes, I have selected three teensy-weensy microfiction pieces, requesting your careful deliberation. Each piece possesses three possible endings. You may select your favorite and hold it close to your heart forever.
By Roman Hale3 months ago in Humor
Honest Ape. Content Warning.
Cut in closer to the home. Look inside, and you will see a thin, gray man slumped over a table, his eyes open and foggy. He is unmoving. The hair on the back of his head is matted with blood.
By Roman Hale3 months ago in Fiction
Taylor
John gazes across the bar at the large, boisterous man laughing loudly by the pool tables. He frowns to himself and sips his drink, annoyed at this buffoon’s volume. I mean, I know it’s a Friday night, but this kind of behavior is just simply ridiculous.
By Roman Hale3 months ago in Fiction
Chrysalis. Content Warning.
The faint sound of water dripping pierces the chilled air of the cave, echoing like a clock in its cavernous throat. A grand space, the mouth opens wide, revealing a nearly empty chamber decorated with slick stones and a small pool of water in the center. Complementing the interior of the cave lies a stone slab in the corner, the stage of a makeshift workshop. The workshop held a pieced-together mess.
By Roman Hale4 months ago in Fiction
Little Lamb. Content Warning.
The priest smiles at the sea of Sunday School students, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose. The children range in age from 5 years old to 10 years old. After a brief pause, Father Jacob begins his introduction.
By Roman Hale4 months ago in Fiction