A LetterI write this from the smallest confines of a mind kept tight under turn of phrase and sarcasm laced barriers designed to keep all out, including myself. In the soft sway of a train car moving both too slow and perfectly attuned to its own methods and needs I find myself contemplating the idea of solace in small moments. Simply moments of peace where the world melts away and stories and legends come to life. There is no thinking only a middling ground of waiting, for a stop, for a change of speed, and new sky to look at. All of it waiting in a fashion that both will and will not arrive. Glimpses of people with stories and lives of their own I will never touch or impact and just as vivid and beautiful as mine own.A Letter by liesofmisery
Somewhere, I think of you and I am not sure if what I feel is sorrow over what I lost, selfish, or merely hoping that what you wished to achieve is working in your favour. If things had played out differently, maybe I would have been travelling away from a weekend spent w
LosslessThe room was dark, smooth stone bricks created a semi circle shape. It was lit only by the crack under the cast iron door. Water leaked from holes between bricks. It made him sick. Looking at her in the din, his gorge rose. His fault, him, guilty.Lossless by liesofmisery
“Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. Just fine, both of you. Like I said you would.” Her voice was light. Resigned and detached, like Doc said she was when he had spoken to her. Steel chains, slightly rusted and weighted down, looped around her wrists, torso, and ankles, chaffing and rubbing the flesh it rested on raw. The links around her wrists had smears of blood dotting them.
Cold seeped into his knees and feet as they pressed against damp stone to keep eye level with her. His pleading was for naught, she was perfectly consigned to her fate. The spit ball of fire was far from the fighter he knew her to be, and he didn’t think he could be one for her.
The Discordian Wasteland‘In the times before the wars, the world was vastly different. Animals, even humans, got along well. Starvation, disease, and radioactivity were vastly limited, the latter almost non existent save for a few selective places. But even those were from a time before their own. Plant life was bursting, and far from the deadly acres that exist today.The Discordian Wasteland by liesofmisery
The people of that time dedicated generations worth of work to advance technology and medicine. What would appear to be the start of the descent into chaos was the development of wartime technology, a practice abandoned for a large sum of time. The people of that time, in a place once called Cambodia, had started mass producing nuclear warheads with enough strength to wipe out countries.
The Discord Wars, as they came to be called, were violent, brilliantly petrifying, and the shortest war our records show in that of history.’
He set his pen, a crude instrument with a cracked plastic barrel and leaking end, down. Running a hand over
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