

Cowards and ShedsI made myself go. I reached down inside of me to a very dark place and used the tar-slick coils of hate that had grown inside of me to shove myself in the backyard's direction, one foot in front of the other, wooden and ghastly. I imagine I might have looked like a cookie-cutter B horror grade zombie in to the neighbors that day, who politely pretended to not be looking out sheer gauzy curtains every time I slid a pained glance out of the corners of my eyes. Had I not been grinding my teeth together I might have grinned, but it would have been a rictus sort of death's head grin anyway--no need to give the neighbors anything more toCowards and Sheds


Worthy of Kings"Hey, man! Long time no see!" Nirtastasael gave a horned-headed upnod toward the gliding figure of Zoxstet, who bedecked in golden robe spun from the tear-stained hair of thousands of angels, looked glorious as ever. The flickering touch of several warmly bobbing braziers hung from stalagmite littered ceiling. Zoxstet's faint clicks of taloned feet slowed from their usual gait as the blue-skinned demon tipped his head to the side and then lowered chin regally.Worthy of Kings
"Nirtastasael," Zoxstet dripped, (or was it oozed?) charm. "How good of you to finally make it up so very far from your usual haunt, hm?" Nirtastasael, a typical hunch-bac


MirroringShe did not know why she carried such a thing.Mirroring
Small enough to fit into the silvered, scarred palm a lighter shade of gray than the black of her hands--she twisted it over and over inside the cradle of hand while she pondered things. Why she carried it. Why she kept carrying it, for example. In truth, what need did she have for it? She knew that she was, of course, perfect in every way. That her imperfections only flattered her and made her a unique creature which should be worshiped and complimented. So why, that little voice which is often silent within her, did she bring it no matter where she went?
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A Sword Cuts Both WaysSummer's orange-y red sun had long dipped past the streaked horizon, darkening the sky to blue-black. Stars jovially winked to life one by one, twinkling bright silver almost as pearls woven in darkest hair. Melody had snuggled down into her princess pink sheets and waited patiently for the night to bloom. When it did and the house settled in sleeping sounds she threw her sheets from her and pitter-pattered to bedroom window.A Sword Cuts Both Ways
Still in her cotton nightgown, appropriately pink with ruff as well as frill, Melody shimmied through the window on knees then swung legs over. Experienced tree-climbers hand grabbed the branch of oak growi
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