Monstrous Muse

Cold.  Why am I so cold?  What happened? Continue reading

Just one more piece, my love, and you’ll be perfect. Continue reading

Before Midnight, the shadows breathe, patient as a wolf.
A mischievous child giggles at the monster.
Ghosts wait for those who see their dreams.
Demons and nightmares stay their hand.
Before Midnight, I watch with bated breath as your mind opens to me. You’re in my world now.

I have a name, but my words are enough for you to know me. Continue reading

Blood coursed through her body. Yet this wasn’t just any blood. It was his body, his flesh. Continue reading

Every year it was the same. Nira remembered stories of the annual sacrifice, told to her from the time she was a child. Continue reading

I am not a monster. You are. Continue reading

Senja held herself still.  Everyone would know if she moved the slightest muscle.  The runes etched onto the tent made sure of that. Continue reading

Narei felt Tor’s finger trace the curve of her spine, catching the drop of sweat that was tickling her back. She shivered as he drew his finger up, then slid his hand along the nape of her neck. Continue reading

There is a hole in my brain. It bleeds, spilling out… something. Whatever’s coming out, it’s on the warpath. Continue reading