Slumbering Village World

In a world of shadows and stones and spiraling peaks, of midnight moonrises and glorious fields drenched in the golden bloodshed of starlight, nothing is really as it seems. From afar, a slumbering village is merely a sleeping giantess with her eyes wide open, twinkling and golden. The undulation of the hills are the hunchback giants sprawled in the horizon, resting on their stomachs, their arched backs rumbling and vibrating gently with their snores. (more…)

Tattoo collection by kellyanndoll

She woke up with a backache…and that was all.

Her whole childhood had fallen apart that week. The parents’ bodies had been devoid of breath after the accident—and at least they left together. The house collapsed by the right of might of hurricane, evil eye, and at last arson—the trees and garden withering with it. The mysterious one-week-long lover and his pet black cat disappeared overnight, leaving only two blood-red roses in the vase on the mantle as if already leaving his token for the wedding—or funeral—that he predicted her having and him not attending in the near future. (more…)

EYE OF FIRE NEBULA by Tammera

Where do you go, when you leave me? Where do you go, my lovely?

With your body, where do your footfalls echo? Where does your breath mingle with condensation and smudge the chilled window glass? Where do your fingers trace the banister of staircases and smooth frames of doors? Where or do those hands choose to stop to stimulate another living, breathing essence so like and unlike mine? (more…)

Ygritte by elia-illust

Sometimes they get it all wrong, don’t they?

Like, I bet you never knew that Little Red never had a hood, did you? Until now. And yes, she hailed from a country where fire-heads were common, and ended up in another where the lightest shade of hair was black. No wonder they mistake that auburn mess for a scarf from a distance… for they always only see her from a distance. Until now. (more…)

The Prophet: On Self-Knowledge by Colleen Milburn

Aleph: “All we achieve by exacting revenge is to make ourselves the equals of our enemies…”

That defeats the entire purpose, doesn’t it? For we differ from them because we do not act like them, we do not think like them—we may love them, yes, or perhaps just not hate them (for selfless love for those who do you evil, is the ideal; and as such, it is difficult and at times seemingly unattainable), but that certainly does not mean that we admire them. We can respect them as an entity, as a human being, but not as a heart, not as a kindred spirit, not as a template of goodwill. (more…)