syzygy

X'lian stared down at the red slop with distaste, happy by the fact she didn't need to eat for another four days and disgusted with the fact she still had ...

The streetlights buzzed errantly, spilling flickers of dull orange light across the pavement. Chris shivered, regretting not bringing a jacket to cover up her exposed arms. The wind nipped viciously ...

Ferryl "Weasel" Huntington "The Queen is dead, the Queen is dead." The whispers followed him through the streets, turning cherry tarts as bitter as poison. Ferryl continued to eat it ...

In the depths of Washington D.C's City Archives, a century old clue to Captain Nemo's treasure map has been lying in wait, collecting dust and debris over the years. When ...

Part Two Collab w/ @JazzElectroBass Ristyn shrugged gracefully, taking a step backwards yet again. "Up to something? Me? Never!" He went for a lighthearted tone but his voice betrayed him ...

Part One Collab w/ @JazzElectroBass Maho was walking around at the party, her headphones covering her ears. She would occasionally move one off of an ear when talking to someone ...

Ristyn Merrwood Breathe in, breathe out. Let grease drip off his fingers, smearing dark against the metal tabletop. The drone whirred weakly, blades cracking angrily the longer it was left ...

Madilynn Lynn was scrambling out of a coffee shop, headphones jammed over her ears, juggling a tray full of coffees and pastries. Piano music exploded into a crescendo right as ...

A green-haired woman steps onto the middle of the stage, smiling brightly at the cameras pointed at her. "Hello, welcome to the fourteenth annual Death Games, my dearest viewers. Today ...

Welcome to the Death Games! You have been selected from a pool of contestants to participate in this once a lifetime special event. It is the highest honour people such ...

Poltergeist set down their hot cocoa gingerly, not wanting to stain any of these precious books with the brown liquid. "Um, Three Times Lucky?" They blinked, tugging a book off ...

Poltergeist was not a holiday person; a regular Grinch, one might say. They had been staying up late one night, surrounded by unfinished poetry, scraps of stories, and half-chewn pens, ...

Aiónios This seems a little extra. I thought mildly, taking in the splendor of golden pillars that towered over my head, shining with shimmery dust. The white and gold and ...