The Repository: Part 2

Continued:         “Are you serious?” I laugh at the next second.         It’s surprising to me that I can still be surprised.  We step out onto a black, rocky cliff next to a turbulent, deep blue ocean.  Far below us is a small beach, stretching out into a bay.... Continue Reading →

The Repository: Part 1

Pulling on my headphones, I shove my hands into my pockets and walk down the sidewalk.  It’s a cold October day, and my boots give a satisfying crunch as they tread over the fallen leaves.  The sun begins to creep into the sky, and honestly, it’s way too early.  I stifle a yawn and try... Continue Reading →

Cliff’s Edge: Part 2

Continued:         We stride through the rest of the small camp, encountering the rest of the people of Conlis.  They stare warily as we pass, and I look all around taking everything in.  More children run around with some sort of game involving sticks with string attached.  A young couple runs off... Continue Reading →

Cliff’s Edge: Part 1

        I fall to the ground in a heap, sweat leaving me like a flood.  Everything hurts, my hands the most as they sting from the reopened scabs and callouses now beginning to bleed again. I close my eyes to rest, for just a second.         "Again."    ... Continue Reading →

The Beginning: Part 3

       Continued:         I wake up to an ache settled over my entire body, pain and soreness flooding through my entire existence.  I’m on a tiny brown cot, a ridiculous and oversized coat thrown over me as a blanket.  It smells of earth and coal, a weird homey sort of... Continue Reading →

The Beginning: Part 2

 Continued:         My boots are soaked with snow, and my body heat crashes against the cool evening air.  Stars begin to blink against the deep blue sky, as I trudge what I can only assume is north.  I begin, between heavy breaths against the cold, to sing.  Initially a song that had... Continue Reading →

The Beginning: Part 1

“Life is tough, my darling…”         Cold.         I am cold.         The first thing that I register is the cold seeping into my back, my hair, my legs.  I’m lying on my back, hands crossed on my chest like a corpse and hair set gently... Continue Reading →

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