Hunting & Gathering

From contingent and chaotic origins, on the plains of now-distant fate, four stepped over the grass with caution.

The Ocelot

The ocelot skulks in the cold.

Déjà-visité

Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.

Misty Steps

I am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.

Mimic

Mimi looked in the mirror; everything was wrong.

Metagame

Kerb watched the emergency light in the elevator blare. A red glare cast itself over everyone within its oversized space. The metal box fell down the shaft while a half-dozen frantic eyes searched for answers.

Neirophrenia

Dana jolted awake with a soundless scream from out of her gut. Eyes open, the dread wisped away.

Mementomorium

Bloody scents and cold air and abyssally complete darkness.

“They’re Already Dead”

The night sky bore down upon them, from far above a canopy that already stretched high and away, beyond them and their inane conversations, lives.

Parasomnia

You must understand that I am only trying to soothe the grand restless churning of the universe that is within me… and you are one of the few that can help me.