Eikasia - Chapter 30.3 →
shadow on the wall by DSL in Jax on Flickr. sunnyside city was like the golden gaze of an egg, still waiting for that hardening temperature that would see them to their final state. crawling suburbs built over red land saw the facades of homes turn ruddy. all it took was one strong gust, and the soul of the earth was staining everything… Joey finished hanging up his DIY Halloween decoration, complete with plastic skeleton, cheap doll hair, and potato sack cloak. he blinked at the low sun, his hand shielding his eyes from the rays. it was All Hallow’s Eve, and he had undead to kill.
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Strangers #99 in my Strangers Project by David KM on Flickr. Toni was a fire. Mosu was a cool rain. The island sang to them, and they giggled, still too young to understand it.
Party’s Over by Travis Jensen SF on Flickr. “hey.” Taylor felt like his insides were trying to crawl out of his mouth. “hnng…where am i?” “kid. hey kid. yer gonna be all right—” “wh-where am i?” “yer on the Other Side, man. yer head was a fuckin’ box, and we just emptied it. y’know that shit that happens to a plastic bottle when you take all the air out of it? it tries to suck shit back in? that’s yer head, man. now ya know the truth, and since ya know the truth, you can start changin’ things…” Taylor threw up over his skinny jeans, the vomit dripping onto the dirty concrete. “…as soon as yer done doin’ that.”
Eikasia - Chapter 29.2 →
untitled by boyghost on Flickr. “this one’s fresh, I guarantee it,” Carlito insisted. “she isn’t the right size, pendejo! why are you wasting my time, dragging me all the way out here!?” “Horje, why you gotta be like that?” “like what? like you’re a massive numbskull trying to get us caught with your stripper Barbie’s an’ shit?” “this is prime meat, man!” “no no no no no, hijo de mierda, THIS is the stripper you were snorting coke off of, that’s what it is, mang. i’m already not here, and if you so much as breathe my name when the heat comes, you’re going to wish you stayed with your fuckin’ toys…”
untitled by boyghost on Flickr. my voice was on the fog, seeking the ear of that mermaid who so captured my attention. the ocean murmured in response…
unborn by eudæmon on Flickr. he could bring it to them all, but the time on the clock face said “wait,” and he was a patient man. slow heat crawled over his dark skin in a scintillating trail of sweat, the curves of his muscles knowing nothing of strain or stress. tranquil. peace. he, in this urban wasteland, knew when his time would come. how many others could say the same?
Artist Malcolm Drake by eudæmon on Flickr. “as far as gate guardians go, you aren’t much to the eyes,” the little boy said. “well neither do you, baby, but you don’t see me slinging impudence like dirty underwear.” the guardian’s face was hidden behind his dark aviator glasses. “what do i gotta do to get through?” the guardian stepped lightly over the marble steps, his hips swaying and his hand held loosely in the air. at Joey’s wary look, the man let loose a pigeon laugh. “what? you afraid i might eat up a runty thing like you?” he snorted. “puh-lease.” the boy scratched at the claw scars on his neck. “sooo…?” “shee-it, kid. it’s simple! haven’t you ever fuckin’ read a fairytale?” the guardian held up three fingers. “you must pass three trials, all within an hour of starting the first.” Joey drew himself up, his hand going to his bone dagger. “i’m ready!” the guardian laughed again, his head tilting back as he regarded the boy down his nose. “you ready, huh?” he shrugged and took off his glasses, turning his face down. “alright, lil’ man. to complete your first trial, you have to remove my belt in one try.” Joey’s eyes flickered to the white belt strapped around the man’s chest. the guardian raised his face, and when he opened his eyes, the boy saw the fire glowing in his gaze. at his hesitation, a fanged smile appeared on the man’s face. “…well? i thought you said you was ready…”
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