Tom Siv

Joined January 2021

7 stories

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Currently just a student. Aspiring writer, and hopefully half-decent older brother.

I'd love to publish a book one day, if I ever produce anything worth its salt.

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No Point Looking Back
Six years, it had taken to pierce HADES. Not for wanting effort though. Among Rhea Corporation’s infinite assets, securing their prison of souls had always been quite the priority. And that had just been the physical breach of the vault. To pierce the veil around it, Eury had had to exhaust every contact she had made on the West coast along the past decade.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Serenity in the Slaughter
“You cannot understand what I lost!” The doctor’s carcass howled madly, as it winded a wide slash. Clumsy. Desperate. Effortless to duck under.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Chthonic Value
“What is most precious to you, Mrs. Abernathy. That, was my fee.” Without light, she could only feel that damp, maroon liquid running down her hands, eager to mingle with the freshly unearthed dirt. The cheap shovel she bought with what little money once remained from the settlement had long shattered from the frigid earth. And so, her fingers, nearly worked to the bone, excavated. Exhaustingly. Desperately.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Unconscious Signatures
Sunny: so this sunday at 7? One moment. Sunny: So, this Sunday at 7PM? Followed by a greyed out “edited” Sunny: Is that it?
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Worth Scorn
Even under the veil of the winter night, Felix could easily see the mark in the glass’ reflection. Red as a rotting rose. It hadn’t been the first time she had screamed at him, but yesterday, a malicious strike finally shook the scales from his eyes.
By Tom Siv3 years ago in Fiction
Of Fading Seams
How much time does it take to kill a bad habit? No idea. But surely, enough had passed for the girl to entirely murder one, by all means.
By Tom Siv5 years ago in Fiction
Love*, a Canadian
Dear Mr. Trump, I address you in this letter in the hopes of demonstrating my eternal gratitude towards you. There are so many things I wish to thank you for, but any more than this short list would become quickly redundant. So please. Allow me.
By Tom Siv5 years ago in The Swamp

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No Point Looking Back

Serenity in the Slaughter

Chthonic Value

Unconscious Signatures

Nothing Worth Scorn

Of Fading Seams

Love*, a Canadian

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