Xzinic

 The air was clear and without blemish. The ceiling of the world, coated deep with scarlet red,  reflected the withering end of the traveling Star’s dying light. Its body, a bloated mass wrapped in a blanket of whorls lividly dancing across its crimson surface, left little space for the falling Felaryan horizon to lay its weary head. It was an alluring sight beheld by the inhabitants of the city; A sight turned to foreboding mourn as the descending shards of the formal Isolon Eye scattered the landscape. There was a shared moment of sullen consternation that pervaded the city’s once lively demeanor. The shrieking death cry of that

Chapter 1: Morning “I’m a little teapot short and spout. When I get all steamed up hear me. . . eh. . .hear me spout. . . was it spout or shout?” Lazalo pondered. He was stuck in an undecipherable loop that ravishly consumed the entirety of the outside world. A loop whose fundamental foundation was built upon the insatiable and all encompassing desire to defragment a memory forever cursed to remain in a fractured state due the infinitesimally small choi—          “Shout! It was shout!” He exclaimed both aloud and abruptly, forgetting the obvious danger that the infamous “Lake of Illusions” co

          “My... name... is Tahnee.” The diminutive creature responded in a hoarse tone. There were five digits wrapped firmly around its body belonging to the hand of a common felaryan neko. Though, unlike such nekos, seemed hesitant on satisfying the beckoning call of her stentorian stomach as this snack had neither the appearance or behavior of the average tiny. It was her usual choice of prey, that is, in terms of shape; a humanoid male save for the complexion of its skin and facial expression. The skin possessed a pale-blue pigmentation coupled with a surface akin to the soles of a dried up riverbed save for several scarlet f

Her breath had far sweeter a smell and taste than that of the common Felaryan beauties, Had. Her eyes both they and their luster had conveyed the grimace of a child taken by the sword, Had. Her nose had ended with an acutely cute point of youthful protuberance, Had. Her skin had the complexion of sweet sweet tree sap clothed with the tell-tale shine of moist amber, Had. Her ears had beckoned the world of their will in want of grasping the sky's royal crown, Had. A duende of silver-threaded mercies stroked by the soft brush of compassion. Such rarities of mindsets are found within Felaryan women. The desire to make her mine own held no differ

          “Lizzy boy, where… are… you?” That voice, that insidiously inhuman voice that only a life-long heavy smoker could mimic, echoed eternally off the dimly lit rusted walls of a maze forged by the internal struggle of a fool's psychotic mind. The voice could not be traced or tracked and acted as a creeping harbinger for its disgusting owner. Accompanying this abomination, though not by willful nature, was the perturbed architect of this private hell. He was the prey of the monster, indeed, forever running away in complete and utter fear of the beast that lived in the deep blue darkness. This jester’s fear h

Entry 001: De'Va'Krii'Da'Chi          My research regarding the subject of corrector weaponry used during the great corrector war has lead me to an entity known as Devakriidachi [De'Va'Krii'Da'Chi]. From what I could ascertain from the stone documents of old, De'Va'Krii'Da'Chi was one of twelve entities created by a fallen guardian referred to and known only as Krii. These twelve entities were forged in the heart of a living pool spawned from a combination of thaumaturgy and primordial magic. These "Children of Krii," as they came to be called, were designed to fulfill a very specific purpose for the correctors; each child existed only for

A is for Anta who was beaten with sticks B is for Brian who was found dead in the mist C is for Criton whose body swayed from a gripping vine D is for Dimon who was skewed by tree tines E is for Ension who squelched like a bug F is for Fink who was smothered by slugs G is for Garren who drowned in tree sap H is for Henson who was unjustly zapped I is for Inny who fell in a blender J is for Jonis who burned as tree tender K is for Kile who caught too big a fish L is for Lee who was freshly baked within a knish M is for Minis who had too real a dream N is for Nile who had trusted his team O is for Oneal, who disturbed too greatly an arac

 To Simon & Susan What are you both? ***  "Simon and Susan, they are real but only to one. Their time does not tick nor not tick. They are things tied to the minds of one and many and non. They are between words and reality." *** Simon: "Seems like the poor thing can't grasp us being here." Susan: "Indeed." Simon: "Shall we explain to him what we are?" Susan: "And make him madder than he already is?" Simon: "Mad? or Saner?" Susan: "Both." Simon: "It would seem so." Susan: "The question remains, should we tell him?" Simon: "I suppose, if we don't tell him here then he has already been told somewhere else." Susan: "To what metap

 To Jora  It watches her while she sleeps, while she dreams, while she wakes; Beware the tall one and its masked minions. To Crisis  Their screams draw  them  closer to life. To Anna  The machine is alive, beware the glitches. To Gunther  Go to sleep. Jeff got to them first, your client is now without a meal. To Jade  Your parents are still burning. To Lazalo  Let the rage consume you, it will manifest as a monster if you don't. To Dickree  The man next to you is going to murder you, know him by the phrase: He's insane, need I say more? To Léa  Something lives within your walls, listen to the dripping water.