The Ghost of Bronze and ScarletIf the ghosts of ancient Sparta were to walk among us today, I don’t think they would be found on a movie set, muscles glistening under fake oil. I think they would be utterly horrified. Their entire identity was forged in the crucible of a single, brutal idea: total dedication …
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Daily Prompt #16Daily writing promptShare one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.View all responsesOne of the best gifts I’ve ever received was in 2021, and it wasn’t something flashy or expensive — it was a Darth Vader ornament from 1997. At first glance it might seem like just a piece of nostalgia hanging on …
Hidden Blood Part 12 - AniseThe silence left behind was not silence at all.It was a held breath. The forest had taken something in, and now refused to give it back. Anise found she could hear everything—the scrape of Thygon’s boot in the dirt, the frantic drum of her own heart, the minute cracks in …
Composure in the StormSometimes the battle with depression is misunderstood as something purely destructive, but there are moments when it becomes a strange kind of teacher. It forces you to slow down, to confront truths you might otherwise avoid, to sit in the quiet and listen to what hurts beneath the surface. The struggle itself …
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The Barque of the Hidden SunThe world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake.Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold.And on that mound, in primal …
Eve of HeartsOn this whispered eve, where shadows softly play,Before the world awakens to red and rose,I pen these words for you, my guiding ray,To weave our story through the quiet throes.Your smile, a dawn that breaks the winter’s hold,Ignites the embers of a love so true—In every glance, my wandering heart is toldThat you …
Daily Prompt #15Daily writing promptIf there were a biography about you, what would the title be?View all responsesThe Speed of Falling UpwardThat’s what I’d call it.Because I live in two directions at once.There’s the vertical plunge—milliseconds to react, worlds collapsing if I blink wrong. My fingers moving before I can think. Then the horizontal sprawl …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 35The sanctum did not linger in silence long.Once the last echoes of the failed ambush faded, movement replaced stillness. Purpose flowed through the room like a tide turning—quiet, inevitable, unstoppable.Bianca stood before the city-heart projection, studying the three glowing locations. Each pulsed differently: one sharp and volatile, one …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 34Dust settled slowly through the sanctum, drifting like ash through neon-tinted air. The hole blown into the west wall breathed cold night into the chamber, carrying distant city sounds—sirens, laughter, engines—reminding them how thin the line was between the hidden world and the one above.The surviving hunters trembled …