
Theis Orion
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Muckraker
Dreaming of pretty words, pretty worlds.
Writing of dystopian realities, and all us poor fools, caught in the net.
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Crossing the Abyss
I had said that I would cross the abyss itself for a slice of comfort, but this... was ridiculous. First off, when I said that, I had been considering the abyss something figurative. Casual shorthand for 'the ultimate terror.' Something that haunted people's dreams and imaginations. Kind of like speaking of the coming of Ragnarokk, in fact--which was another thing proving to be real.
By Theis Orion4 years ago in Fiction
Rent-Seeking--Ragnarokk
We called it 'heart-shaped,' and I suppose it would be, if you ripped out two hearts and placed them side by side. The locket was amidst a rat's nest of costume jewelry, and bore the inscription, "Love Always, Your Champion." Clearly, it was gold--declarations of love always bore that promise--but the sentiments had proved their worth, and now it was for melting.
By Theis Orion5 years ago in Fiction
Le Grand Bal de Klüsterbonk
"Wine is for friends and family!" Séraphine's glare knocked the glass of merlot from my hand, sending the treasure vaulting through the air. For a moment, time seemed to slow. Even the wine's flight seemed otherworldly, like a divinely spun silk rippling on the wind. It commanded the air like an enchantment.
By Theis Orion5 years ago in Humans




