ten thousand lifetimes in a single breath exhaled...
Residual
Author: Mitchel David Ring
The King’s Grimoire
In his right hand a sceptre, in his left a tattered grimoire...
Descend
Chandeliers flicker, holding dying flame...
Bloodstained
can’t stop tearing can’t stop gnawing...
The Way Things Are
Clawing at stone, frantic, it crumbles away to dust and behind the wall are theater lights...
The Wind Breathes Ash
A broken branch found life again, grafted to a ray of starlight...
Passing By
Waves rolling under iron-forged skies, clouds fighting to hold back the sun...
Eldritch
There’s no way through...
Chinook
Dreams of rain in the sky above caught by the sun in clouded cells...
Creedence (Part 2)
Nothing but sand and rock and dirt around, and the sun above casting vengeance on the world. If they left the car and never returned, dawn would have been enough to burn away any chance of survival. And yet no bodies in the sand.
Mud of Days
Threads now severed are all that was left holding together some facsimile of sense...
Where Silence Rules
Back where mist rolls off the mountainside like exhaled sorrow...
Pilgrimage
Too many voices screaming, altogether one confusion...
Seafaring
Suddenly the wind stops, sails fall empty against the mast and over worlds unknown we drift...
Wax Inferno
Blind in a room becoming cold, inches away from inferno...
