You look up. And there is no sky only blood.  You look down. And there is no ground only bone.  A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

I cannot feel the overwhelming horror that coils deep in the darkness of my soul. I do not know how to move past the way my feet stay frozen in the ground.

Heya.  Mostly making this to make improvements/gauge my current skill at writing and how I could get better for future projects.  Constructive criticism is welcomed.

afterward is a story dashed with charm and drowned in surrealist stream-of-conscious meta-humor about an amnesiac who wakes in the strange land of the afterward. Why are they there? Who were they?… more

Everything's beautiful. Everything's beautiful. Everything is just fine and beautiful.  Never mind that the world is a swirling mass all around me. Never mind that I can barely walk straight. Never… more

The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.