Lilith was weak, very weak. The summoning of the trees, her precious trees, had sapped much of her strength. Completely empty? No, but the fuel gauge was hovering around that dastardly ‘E’. What she needed was to feed, to refuel. How long had it been? Decades? Millennia? Of that, she’d no idea. That damned meddling…
He looked into the demon’s eyes. She looked back. He’d been an atheist all his life; from the moment he was aware of religion, his mind had rejected the idea. Sky fairies, gods, angels, demons! Ha, bollocks to all that; he knew better. He realised, as he sat with this demon, that he had been…
Tick Tick. The room is silent, just the ticking of an old clock to keep him company. Can he really hear the clock? Of that, he is not sure it could just be the drugs. Pregabalin, Diazepam, and Sertraline are his company. The drugs help, but the side effects are awful. They do keep him…
“Do you ever get bored with it?” the demon asked as he shovelled the pile of meat into the funnel. The tube that flowed between funnel and mincer was big enough for the chunks of meat to traverse easily. Winding the way along the tunnel as the next was pushed in. The mincer, well, minced…
I am awake. I look into the sky. I can see it watching me. Eyes drooping on stalks, hanging like dandelion seedlings, watching everything but only paying attention to me. Do I deserve this? I do not know. All I know is that it is real. It haunts my dreams, breathes through my nightmares, and…
“I shall be honest with you all,” he lied. We should have known; in truth, we knew. If we are honest, we knew. Sometimes, believing a lie is easier than accepting the reality. Don’t blame me! Blame them over there! Ah, it was not your fault; it was the fault of that one there, you…
I can feel the pain starting in my legs. Feeling returning from a cold nothingness. How did I get here? Where is here? Those thoughts, along with thousands of others, juggle through my mind. A sharp, searing pain shoots up my leg, attacking my brain with an electrical hammer. Hammering the neurons that make me…
Words have power, and words have meaning. People think you can spew a load onto a page, and that is that. That is the end, but some of us have power. Some of us have a gift. I thought that I used to write without limits. The sky was never the limit. The sky, if anything,…
Time, time is cruel. You can say whatever you want, but you can never understand that time is a complete bastard. There is nothing exceptional about it; the problem is what they do not tell you. I am here in this asylum; they refer to it as ‘a home’. It is all because I messed…
Princess Sophia was a teenage bitch. There is no polite or easy way to say it, so why not blurt it out? Let the hating run free; amen. Spoiling a child was an excellent way to create a broken one. Sometimes, a child has to hear the word no; it is only two letters, and…
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