Entries By M. Darkweaver
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“Take it,” he said, shoving it forward with two hands. “Give to them and they won’t bother you again.”
It gleamed softly in the dim overhead light, golden.
Her lip curled. “You keep it.”
In the next second, he was slumped over it, turning every last coin red.Posted By M. Darkweaver On 05.19.2012 @ 11:54 am
He stood before the great fire and watched it devour until there was nothing left but ashes.
The sleek hair, the familiar jacket, the limp hands. It all burned.
He had to keep reminding himself that the body was not alive.
Likewise, he had to keep reminding himself that he was.Posted By M. Darkweaver On 02.24.2012 @ 9:32 am
They never could quite decide whether it was a curse or not.
“Either it is or it isn’t,” said the little one, big eyes flashing.
“Why can’t it be both?” asked the dreamer, tousled hair falling into his eyes. “You’re still pretty, you know.”
“Mmm, and so are you.”Posted By M. Darkweaver On 02.21.2012 @ 8:58 am
It was a red balloon, because red had been their colour.
They viewed everything in terms of what had been theirs, once upon a time.
And out of the green of the forest, into the blue of the sky, they let the balloon go and watched it until it looked smaller than they felt.Posted By M. Darkweaver On 02.20.2012 @ 7:49 am
She had enough on her mind. Then all of a sudden, she had too much, and her skull was cracking. If there was a moral to the story, it was pay attention, pay attention. Everything slips away as soon as you aren’t looking at it any longer. Even children. Even life.Posted By M. Darkweaver On 09.25.2011 @ 5:24 am