From Bone to Blood to Flesh and Back Again
From Bone to Blood to Flesh and Back Again
Tom unfurled a roll of paper towel, holding it like an ancient scroll. “It’s the good shit. Three times the absorbing power of an undisclosed competitor’s.” The absurdity of the situation bubbled up in my gut and I let out an involuntary laugh. “There we go,” Tom said with a sparkle in his eye. “Relax. […]
An awful groaning emanated up from the bottom of the tower to the top, the sound of the building’s constituent parts tearing themselves away from one another. Gravity was taking hold. It was going to fall right on top of our base of operations. Something shifted and the floor gave way, sending me tumbling down
Stuck in the grip of the deity, my pulse hammered against her palm like it was trying to break free on my behalf. I never felt more like I was one wrong move away from being snapped in half. I looked down. We were far above the ruined city. Then my lower torso swam into
I coughed and warm blood dripped down my chin. A bundle of the Goddess’ hair, as thick as rebar, had punched through my chest. It still shivered with potential energy. A canopy of her hair stretched over my head, only allowing in a few beams of sunlight here and there. There was so much dust
The city of Branwell had been evacuated in anticipation of the Goddess’ arrival. The Witch combatants in our group had determined this small historical European city to be the landing point. I felt it too, the sky bore the weight most heavily here, as if it were plastic wrap bending under the weight of a
My ears popped as the aircraft lifted off the tarmac of the Australian airport. AJ had squeezed his eyes shut the moment the plane had started to move. He had found me near a small settlement in the deserts of west Australia. I’d crash landed there after falling back to Earth. He’d informed me that
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The lone butterfly saw the world as splotches of light and dark colours as it flapped along on gossamer wings. To such a small organism the air was like water, thick and viscous, pulling this way and that like a turbulent storm that the butterfly was at the whims of at all times. In order
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It was a simple room of brick walls and a wood floor. Wildflowers of all colours grew up between the cracks and where the walls and ceiling were broken, flesh pulsated behind it, like this room was a womb. A massive statue of three people, joined at the waist, sat in the center. The sculpted
I woke up with my cheek pressed against warm sand and the sound of waves rumbling above my head. Warm wind blew through my hair. My fingers dug into the gritty texture as I raised myself up and opened my eyes. The sky was blue and for a second I believed I had somehow arrived
I had been transported to a different place, one where lightning flickered beneath my feet and the ground was like a marsh, soft, pulling me down when I stayed in one place for more than a second. I had to constantly pull my feet out of the muck and place them again. Waves travelled in