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.