Le-Lorna and Her Never-Ending Revenge

1. The whole feeking world is racist, even the clan, even the shaman. That wrinkled goat-scrotum refused to think a half-orc girl could save anything, let alone everyone. But with every painful barefoot step, that is exactly what she plans on doing, save everyone. Except that miserable bag of stink and bones, she decides, steppingContinue reading “Le-Lorna and Her Never-Ending Revenge”

Spored w/ art by c0laj

The Dreamlands are indeed bleak, but it’s home, and the shroom does its best to make things nice. In this particular part, hollow blue rocks glow, and the dripdropdrip of constant moisture abounds. The little shroom loves it and is happy to call it theirs.  But both of them don’t appreciate its nuance at theContinue reading “Spored w/ art by c0laj”

Drag of Colors w/ art by: c0laj

Hey. The voice annoys.  Hey.  Darren Astonowski ignores the persistence, and a blaring apoxia alarm, because he desires nothing but to go back to sleep, and does for a single moment longer. You really should be awake for this. For what? He questions the voice from his perfect-blissful-sleep.  Seriously, take a look. You’ll never seeContinue reading “Drag of Colors w/ art by: c0laj”

An Oddity w/ art by: c0laj

He drips with yummy-juicy-soul and the thing from space, the oddity, the spot of nasty and weird- can’t control itself. It squelches into the tiniest of crevices and slurps the first tendrils of consciousness it finds. For the man, the oddity assumes, the process is complete and utter agony. So much so the poor creature’sContinue reading “An Oddity w/ art by: c0laj”

Leaving New York

“I have to be here because my wife freaking would rather die than go anywhere else?” I push Florida. She pushes me out of the apartment, tells me, “go. Don’t need your fucking ass here anyway.” “What about my stuff?” “It’ll be outside. Love ya, Bye!” The door locks, but I have my keys. CanContinue reading “Leaving New York”

A Hero in Need

There comes a time in every hero’s journey where they get captured and experimented on until death were preferable. Or maybe that’s just my experience. Name is Jake, and once upon a time ago, I could have the exact tool for whatever I needed. I considered it luck. Need a screwdriver? Ole Jake will reachContinue reading “A Hero in Need”

A Wound

The medic forces himself to assess. Swollen, maybe the whole leg. His whole body hurts from clenching from the agony of severe injury for half a day without treatment. Teeth gritting. Tight eyes. Dried tears on face. Smeared crusty blood. Clothing glued to the body with blood. Every touch elicits a response. Anger. Yelling. Thrashing.Continue reading “A Wound”