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The Holy FruitA Chapter by ThalynxThe beating of the quiet chest, then came the Holy water. Suckled from the orifice of a gargantuan, tropical fruit, opened in a coned split in the c.. |
The Feast BeginsA Chapter by ThalynxKroll was a head distorted in the glass of a cylindrical vase. Her eyes pierced through the interweaving stems. Felicity’s eyes bubbled open s.. |
MorningA Chapter by ThalynxAs the world was a blinking shimmer of moonlight, fading back and forth across perhaps 6 hours, what came to Felicity’s mind and stayed t.. |
The VoiceA Chapter by Thalynx‘Good morning,’ the voice said. CLAP. She didn’t believe it. It was still dark; the moon was a milky eye peering through the oak.. |
The Holy Fruit IIA Chapter by ThalynxFinally, … She was walking, knee-deep in a rug of water. Her feet were enveloping in sand, so she made good pace. She had left the 4th tr.. |
We Know What You NeedA Chapter by Thalynx‘Come on, come on.’ Madam Kroll hung over, her face a head away from Felicity’s. She was a dark smear across the copper light d.. |
Ashamed, AbsolutelyA Chapter by Thalynx“6 nights east was where they found shelter, food was little, but their company was aplenty.” The night Felicity Jane Dahmer took of.. |
Note From SleepA Chapter by Thalynxshallowed into a long, wide glade of patchy dust and grass. Trees clustered like wounds, masses of rock kept the low, burning sunlight at bay. The g.. |
Pain. Revolting and Everlasting.A Chapter by ThalynxWhen she woke, many hours had passed, but it was impossible to tell how many. She was looking out on the window, half open. The ink-blotch shadows f.. |
Nighttime?A Chapter by Thalynx‘And as if we did almost forget about my little…’ It was Kroll. She slammed in with a frosty smile, reeling in a neck too long fo.. |
Nighttime.A Chapter by ThalynxTwo things were running through Felicity’s mind as the word, cold and vacant, addressed her ear. These were those things: who and ow. Ow, as h.. |
Circle of Cryptor Child and His Daddy (from Heaven..A Story by ThalynxSally And Her Daddy Were Feasts For The Worms, The Cryptor Child Was Next |
Playing a characterA Story by JJTThis is not really a story. I just put it here because this is not a poem, nor a book, nor a chapter. This is just a thought that is killing me and I .. |
ONE LAST OUNCE OF STRENGTH OF HERCULESA Poem by anthony blakeSTRENGTH, ENDURANCE, DETERMINATION |
[untitled]A Story by Thalynx!f !t breathes, k!ll !t |
Here but Not AliveA Story by TragicallyHumanSometimes our fictional characters are created by nothing but our desires. |
Evolution Of A SmileA Poem by Earl SchumackerDon't mess around with Patty. |
Grace and DisgraceA Poem by bigfootprintYet that very road to obligation Winds its way before God's throne |