There are some things, you can give away. There are others you try to forget. There are many you can tear apart, bend, and break. There are pieces that can shatter, and those that can drown. There are many that are best dealt with, buried under ground. But there are some, a select few, that can […]
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Open Heart Insight (IV)
“Ready?” “I think so.” “It’s not really a question that you can respond to unsurely. Either you are, or you aren’t?” “Ready.” “Go ahead then. Let us in.” Tristan stood in front of the door, arm stretched forward, with the key in his hand. Some wildly debilitating magic froze him in this spot. He breathed […]
Open Heart Revelation (III)
Tristan stared at the mirror before him, his hands still at his sides. His naked upper torso showing bulky muscle at the shoulders and chest, his slightly leaner arms were taut and sinewy, like that of a martial artist. His abdominals and waistline were trim and hard, a large-squared four pack showing on his flat […]
Room
Paris adjusted his position in the chair. As chairs go, it was far from anything special. It was rigid, with no cushion or padding of which to speak. It was constructed of some unidentifiable wood, covered by a thin layer of a dark and slightly copper hued paint. The paint flaked off the chair at […]
Open Heart Incision (II)
The muscles in his forearms began to quiver during the motion as recollection of his prior procedures pulsed through his mind. Crimson droplets beaded at the site of the cut as he drew the knife horizontally across the faded scar on his chest. Flickering squares of red and white bit into his vision as he […]
Nebulosity
It was everything I could do, want, and be, that man that you could love and need. It was all that I could possibly desire, to be the one to light those fires. I was the bastion, the fortress, the high ground, the steadfastness when you felt down. I was the light, the warmth and […]
Open Heart Preparation (I)
Tristan sat in perfect stillness in the old wooden chair. A stranger walking into the room would scarcely have noticed the micro-movements of his shoulders, rising and falling. A friendly soul would not have perceived movement of his muscular chest and trim stomach. He was statuesque to the observing eye, but inside, he was a […]
The Statue
Paris took a very regular route to and from the tower. With little deviation he passed the vendors, and houses, and people, and carts, and barrels, and open windows to meals, and closed ones to arguments. His daily travel to and from his source of income shifted and twisted very little. A left here at […]
Forest Sanctuary
Paris lived in the tree, deep in the forest, for many years. The tree-dwelling allowed him a distance from the ground, but not quite clearance to the skies. It was in this limbo that he found the isolated peace that afforded him balance with the world. Occasionally, forest creatures would gather about the base of […]