Microfiction: A Fight Scene

It came to this, as it always did, as the screaming of the choirs heralded. They’d been chasing her for the past week, ruining her life one life taken at a time. She was sick of her journey as a hero; she was sick of being beaten by fate itself and taken along on this trip without her consent.

She was sick of it, and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Continue reading

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Poem: Digital Existence for Myself

By means of digital software,

Technology beyond my own existence,

Things that are and will be going forward,

I make my life under my control,

But not my worry. Continue reading