Satire
On the streets of... #2
I spent every free minute of the next three weeks learning, or more precisely, re-learning magic. I even bought a cheap plastic wand and started to work my way through the high school textbook. First, the Sign of Movement. The first chapter in the book and the first Rune every sorcerer-to-be learns in high school.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Santa
Secret Santa. It's about trust. The kind of trust you have when you put on your shoes each morning - trusting there’s nothing waiting inside them. They didn’t want to do it this year, like every year. Called it “old fashioned”. I cultivated this trust, and I'll be damned if the tradition ain’t upheld.
By Connor Aidan Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Folded In
One day while sitting at my apartment, I was kicking back in my seat. My neighbor Julie had stopped on by to hang out for the day. With a stack of chicken thighs in the oven and Minecraft YouTube videos playing on the TV, today was going to be a lazy day no matter how you spelt it. After a morning workout and having entered in a few more poems onto Vocal, I was exhausted even before it had already turned 09:00. Nothing was going to unglue from my place of comfort today.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
By drone alone
One day while sitting at home, I was basking in the sun from the sliding glass doors. Meditating whilst my body was splayed out, I heard a whirring sound approaching. Opening an eye, I saw that my video hadn't changed, so it wasn't a commercial playing. Then, a shadow fell over my face where instead there had been sunlight.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
