Short Story

Anti Christine The Devilishly Normal Daughter Once upon a time, or however these stories are supposed to go, there was a dastardly spirit referred to as The Adversary, or Satan for short. This mischievous spirit didn’t like humans very much. Having been a crowned prince of Heaven, an ancient guardian over all of creation, and his father's most beautiful prior invention, he felt a little… conflicted. He wasn’t happy seeing those he watched over being promised the kingdom he th

A man stands before a room full of people. He dares not go in, feet upon the threshold, his reality crumbling to pieces. The deafening silence of his still beating heart fills his head to the point of fainting. The faceless attendees halt. No clinking of glasses, no weeping tears, no idle chatter. The world is at a pause. Eventually, he draws closer - the wooden box sitting in the room's corner. Soft, white lilies lay upon the surface, carnations in the vase beside. A single

Bookshelves as high and mighty as empires stand tall, reigning strong within the halls. Floors of marble, a feathered friend of us all journeys through crystal walls. Life, death, and everything between. The secret of the universe, and what could have been. Rules of the heavens, the laws of physics - Social and mechanical decrees pile high. Grasping his latest archival artefacts, he carries his secretive research towards the city's crystal sky. Floating through, angels below

The harsh sun bitterly glares upon a dry, desolate landscape, long isolated from the touch of life. A young woman rests in the sand, basking in the light above. Time passes silently. Slowly, she raises a hand towards the gaze, blocking the rays from some of her drying, weary eyes. A slight burn soaks into her delicate, pale skin. She rotates her hand, studying her nascent revelation. A torn ribbon gently drifts in the wind, breezing into her fingers, netting around the tips.