It is that time of the year again. Your day. The only one in the whole three hundred and sixty and you know you have to make the most of it. You move yourself out of bed, and into those nice, neat clothes you have been saving for this occasion.…
He walked across the jungle and up to the mountains. His face tensed as he went through foliage. The sound followed him. The knock. The stirring memories that had accompanied his whole life. It had been there for as far as he remembered. When he played with his friends. At…
It was the last Christmas we enjoyed. The day they arrived we lost our fun, and our joy. There was no more laugh and there were no more games. I still remember the sweet chocolate smell and the frozen fruit cake, still pristine—awaiting—in the middle of the table.…
This is the world we leave now. The place where desires lay down to sleep. Where stories are thought. This is the land of the forgotten. This is the dream of the sunken steps, the world of the Kingdom. This is the graveyard of desires, the landfill of horror, the…
Smiling Face Guy walks around the town smiling. He gets some groceries for later, goes out for some lunch. He crosses the street. The store is in front. He talks to the girl he still loves. Smiling Face Guy will charm her with his talk, and his smile will become…
You can try to hide those memories in the night, push them to the back of your mind, and throw them out. But they know. The crows always know. You can lock them up, shut them into a small wooden box, and miss the key. Or bury it so down…