Discharging Ballast (TTW pt. 7)
Deacon just watched Kane's car drive off, feeling both wonderful and at the same time alone. Here on the street, there was only him and his thoughts and the far off stars. He gazed back up at them while trying to understand what Kane had said about...
Smooth Sailing (TTW pt. 8)
Bang! Stanced up swimmers bolted off their starting pads. Diving into the wavy pool of rippling liquid. Arms, legs, and bodies bracing against the dense material that resists passage. The shining ripples were beautiful, their movements were beautiful,...
I feel the siren's call
I feel the siren's call. It harkens me back unto its murky waters. The sonorous sound is delicate like a lover's sweet embrace. But I've been drowned before by its host beneath the waves. Yet it still sings to me and pulls towards my fate. I resist but...
Will, Persistence, Patience, and Love (a poem)
As you walk this Earth, you will ask for something more Something real, something fake, something artistic to explore. Some skill for which you can say wholeheartedly is your own Some talent, some niche, some activity to...
The Blind Rabbit (a poem)
The Blind Rabbit couldn't see. And It lamented that It would never know anything and everything of the world of light. It cursed Its fate, It cursed Its name, Blind from what It surmised as a cruel joke of fate. As It sat alone in...
The corpse flower, Rafflesia (PMD:WNA 6)
My throat shrieked. I panted, chest heaving. I looked where I was. Exposed to everyone and everything in the universe. Between my front legs, still curled up into a ball, was Pat. Our eyes met. He closed them and grabbed my right arm. His form...
We won!? We won?! (PMD:WNA 5)
'Run! Move! Fight! Flee!' I heard from somewhere in my subconscious. I didn't know if they were orders for me or my friends but they went unsaid, and unheeded. My heart was pounding, I still don't think I was breathing, my body felt cold. All the...
Former Eaves of Pink Blossoms (PMD:WNA #3)
It did hurt, but it didn't make me pass out. I tried to observe the objects in the haze, to ascertain where we were, but nothing stood out. My sideways vantage point didn't help either. I tried to just trust Boss. His grip around me felt secure. He...
Dust in the Wind. Dust in my Lungs (PMD:WNA #2)
I quickly rose to my feet, "Get behind me!!" I barked at them as the object shot straight at us. Axe acted immediately, scooping up the kid and pulling him close as I laid on my side with my durable armor in the direction of the oncoming object. The...
Credits Roll, Post Game (PMD: WNA #1)
The fizzle of spacetime as we were warped back to town felt cold. Each time we were warped anywhere by Palkia it always felt cold, very unlike the strange light that is granted when we rescued Pokemon with our rescue badges. I supposed that when the...
Ports in the Storm (TTW pt. 5)
Wind peppered his face, seasoning him with soft stings as it pulled against his cheeks. He turned his head left and right, the pull changing vectors, each angle brought new awareness, a new feeling, a new reminder. It felt tender, like two lips pressed...
Breaking Waves (TTW pt. 3)
Ring-a-ding. The noise reawakened a Pavlovian response in the rhino. He, instinctively, turned towards the door to see who came in. No one he knew, just a stranger. Not Deacon. He sighed out as he relaxed, and then mentally chastised himself for being...