The Rage: A Necromantic Scene

A spark of light and heat. It took a full 20 seconds for Cyril to process that the light and heat had come from his own fingers. His fingers were in flames. In a panic Cyril patted them against his clothes. At first, Cyril was afraid they wouldn’t extinguish, but they did, eventually. The shelf... Continue Reading →

My second day in Ireland (because I was practically dead my first day): a travel log

My second day in Ireland. I was not conscious enough to write anything the day before. The day before was a whirl of nauseating hunger, sleep deprivation like I’ve never felt before (72 hours) and nonstop inconvenience. I wasn’t in a good mood. Ireland is a fascinating place. It’s the brightest green I’ve ever seen and... Continue Reading →

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