Sifting Sand Pt. 2

Sifting Sand

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Far from home in a place both familiar and foreign, two mostly strangers try to keep their heads attached to their bodies and have little reason to hope of finding their way back. One desperately wants answers, the other is haunted by them.

Sifting Sand Pt. 1

Sifting Sand

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Far from home in a place both familiar and foreign, two mostly strangers try to keep their heads attached to their bodies and have little reason to hope of finding their way back. One desperately wants answers, the other is haunted by them.

Nightfall Pt. 2

Nightfall Pt. 2

The forces of darkness have gathered and risen under a common flag. Humanity no longer resists, merely struggles to survive.

Daytime is the only time where it's safe to rest. There's still people to worry about but the monsters rarely venture out. She couldn't be grateful to see the dawn because it meant that she'd spent the entire night shuddering in the dark little corner she had found.

Nightfall Pt. 1

Nightfall Pt. 1

The forces of darkness have gathered and risen under a common flag. Humanity no longer resists, merely struggles to survive.

The lights were out throughout the entire street. It was a sight she still wasn't used to even after living it for a decade. Her mind still clung to the memory of a world where pools of amber light fought back the darkness and everything that hid in it. She had never been afraid of the dark and despite all the things that she knew to lurk in it, she still wasn't. Still, she ached for the electric glow of her childhood that she knew she'd never see again.

Talking with myself 102 (the interview) -- Kief Dillon

Talking with myself 102 (the interview)

by: Kief Dillon

Rushing fingers grace like hounds on the hunt,
That’s what I am…that’s what I always have been
…hound on the hunt
What have I been hunting for
The fox?
The beast I was never able to pin my sins on?
I chase, I chase for it is my reason
I chase to feast…
…on what?
I stumble upon this thought as if I was hiding it from myself
I look down in shame, I whisper the answer
I feast on fears
…on doubts
on promises I’ve given on full knowledge of their failure
I feast on weakness and hollowed pride,
I feast on the lonely,
the broken
the humble and meek… .
A voice shouts from some wild place in my heart…then what does that make…you?
I draw upon my mind, I know the answer
I fear it’s delivery 
…I am…I…am
The beast,
The beast than reigns in crucifix, his eyes upon the rose betwixt, I wait upon the avenue, and prey upon the sheep like you, my fangs glimmer fear, my pupils the end, I dance with the children and lie to your friends, mix in with the lot of them, burn, fuck, kill all the twisted stems…I am the beast
The beast that feeds…
The true reason you fear the dark
The thing that makes you twinge and fidget…
That weird chill…
The unending ravine
I am the beast, and I stand proud of my obscenities

Break

Break

Vignette

Sometimes, the strain is too much. The weight is no longer bearable. There might be warning. A hairline crack slowly widening. Perhaps it would just fracture and break in a matter of seconds instead. Some breaks, like bones, heal given time and treatment. Others, twist and contort so much that the pieces no longer look like they were once part of a whole.


A/N: Done for the 100 themes challenge on DeviantArt, Theme 6, Variation 2

Rot

Rot

Part 1 of ?

The city is like a forest. Bright green leaves catch the sun up in the canopy but below your feet, under the most recent layer of fallen leaves, there is another world feeding on the remains of those long fallen from grace. We've moved to a world of cold concrete and dazzling streetlights but the laws of nature still apply and where there's nature there is rot feeding the cycle of life.

Done for the 100-themes challenge on Deviant Art. Theme #5, Variation 2

Superhero

Superhero

Short Story

The city became a star-field once night fell. More often than not, she finds herself in the dark pockets between the buzzing glow of city lights. Once upon a time, she hunted knights and kings. Now, she was left to prey upon the scum of society. Those whose absence would be noted with relief but that no one would miss. Gone were the days of knights seeking to bring a blade to her neck and come the days where projectiles came after her faster than she could dodge them. So, she sticks to the shadows, the places people still don't want to look.

Brew

Brew

Short Story

A character will soon find that some enemies never die and that in our idleness they can grow strong once more. This is a little bit on the darker side but not quite horror.

Doorway

Doorway

Short Story; Part 1 of ?

I've been writing a lot of dark things lately so I decided to take a trip to a place where fear, hate, and anger cannot exist. A place that many of us, I'm sure, only visit in our dreams. So please, take a little break from the trials of reality and lose yourself in another world.

Appearances

Appearances

Two short tales

A continuation of the second version of The Price. What evil would you do in the name of justice? What good would you do to further your own ends? Actions may speak louder than words but motivations are not so easily found out.

The Wishing Well Pt. 4

The Wishing Well

Part 4 of 4

Part One :: Part Two :: Part Three :: Part Four

The story, at least for now, draws to a close. I will return to Gwen and the many questions this story has left unanswered but only after I have arrived at them myself. For the moment, enjoy the conclusion to "The Wishing Well".

The Wishing Well Pt. 3

The Wishing Well

Part 3 of 4

Part One :: Part Two :: Part Three :: Part Four

The third installment of my ongoing work-in-progress, "The Wishing Well" Trouble is stirring in Gwen's hometown. The cause seems to  be some big secret the older folks are keeping to themselves. A not-such-a-stranger after all shows up with warnings and answers.

Note: Hopefully, the parts that come after this will begin to reflect what I have learned so far from the feedback on this and other pieces. Also, the first person to guess correctly the identity of the stranger gets to make a writing request. :)

The Wishing Well Pt. 2

The Wishing Well

Part 2 of 4

Part One :: Part Two :: Part Three :: Part Four

The second part to my take on The Wishing Well. Gwen begins to suspect that not all is well in her sheltered world. This was written prior to feedback on the first part. Improvements will begin starting with part 4.

Rewrite #1: The Price

The Price

A snapshot, Rewrite #1

The Original

What leads a person down the path of evil? Perhaps, it starts with something small and spirals further and further away from the path of morality. Sometimes, the bad guys start out as good. Keep this in mind before you condemn this character into the bowels of hell. I know it's hard. Let me know what you think and if you've read them both, which version you like better. 


Related Pieces: Appearances 

The Wishing Well Pt. 1

The Wishing Well

Part 1 of 4

Part One :: Part Two :: Part Three :: Part Four

We've all heard of the wishing well even if not all of us believe in its magic but in another world, a heartbroken magic-user makes one in hopes of having the hardships that the world had thrown at him undone.

Note: This story is taking too long for me to complete so I'm going to begin posting it in parts. As always, feedback is appreciated! Let me know what you think, either here or on my writer's page on facebook.

The Price

The Price

A snapshot

This is a standalone piece that isn't for the lighthearted. What price would you pay for freedom and eternal life? What would you destroy? What horror would you commit? When would it become so easy that you'd hardly call it a price to be paid? Would you lose everything you are and should be just to live a little longer in your illusion of freedom? Would you care if you did? Enjoy, or throw up depending on what kind of person you are. Hate it? Love it? Let me know.


Note: This is an older version! You can find the newer one: Here

The Oldest Egg

The Oldest Egg

A short story

Companion piece to: The Foundling

There is a rather curious thing in the oldest hatching grounds. An egg that never hatched yet did not go rancid and did not show any other signs of decay. Young dragons, once they leave the nest, often go upon learning of it to see the curiosity for themselves. Rumors circulate that it can even grant wishes and the lure of having their dreams made true draws those that would not otherwise be interested. 

Needlework

Needlework

A snapshot

Companion piece to The Idle Maiden of Wealth  and  Parting  This can be read on its own but you get more story if you read them all. They can be read in any order but chronologically based on in-story time they are: Parting, Needlework, The Idle Maiden of Wealth. As always, any feedback is welcome and appreciated. Hate it? Love it? Let me know.

Parting

Parting

A snapshot

Companion piece to  "The Idle Maiden of Wealth"   I recommend that you read them both as together they form a clearer picture but they each can stand on their own. As always, feedback positive or negative is  welcome and appreciated.


Related Pieces: Needlework