Ink Stain

The past exists… I'm not suddenly a new person, though the perspective changed, I can’t discount the reason, the feelings… I cut a lot of fat, but my life remains the same… I've processed a lot, but I still have my name… my life is a poem, a long drawn out dream… a magic spell, a spider weave… so much of it, it lands in the same place, I work for the world, the fae liked it that way… stained… so stained…

Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

Necklace

The world has already grown… a lot of it plays out the same… the perspective, the rules, and we as a people have already changed… kick, scratch, bite, exchange… sex and matchmaking… follow the path, follow the dream… discover who you are… I'm losing energy… my will is dwindling… mistakes, mistakes… no resolution… our adamantine chains…