Tristan headed for the eastern edge of the small town. Casually, lightly, and easily, he glided across the stone paving of the street. He meandered in, out, and around clusters of townsfolk. He swung around two merchants engaged in a heated argument near an overturned cart. He smiled, when a young girl with a basket […]
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Open Heart Closure (XXI)
Tristan shed the paralyzing ambiance of the bathroom with the swiftness of doffing a water-saturated cloak. In a few steps, he was into the short hall, then heading towards his cache of belongings. It didn’t take him long to gather up his scant possessions. They were haphazardly strewn about the room. After all, he hadn’t […]
Open Heart Palpitation (XX)
His lifeless arm drifted towards the floor, the weight of the orb easily overpowering the functionless musculature and bone. The tool had fallen from his grasp, and his fingers had lifted from their restrictive position upon the rings of the sphere, yet the shiny circles remained motionless. His arm pivoted backward at the elbow, and […]
Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)
Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position. He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom. He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]
Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)
As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom. It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]
Open Heart Anguish (XVII)
“You followed me?” she stammered. His answer was devoid of emotion. “That’s correct, I did follow you.” “You can’t be serious. This must be a joke.” “If I was acting a prankster, and my admission of tailing you when you left the house but a simple, roguish trick, this entire scene would be far more […]
Open Heart Shadow (XVI)
Tristan walked toward the open door with an energetic swagger. He ignored the pitiful moans coming from the mangled figure behind him. He could feel a tingling rush of energy, power, and virility, surging through his body. It had been a considerable time since he had this type of sensation. He tried to recall when […]
Open Heart Assimilation (XV)
Tristan stood at the shore of an expansive lake. He searched the twilight for a shore across the water, but he found little definitive evidence, beyond a far-off treeline, to determine an end to the liquid mirror. His feet impressed upon the soft, damp, ghostly, grey and silver sand. He pinched small chunks between his […]
Open Heart Devouring (XIV)
With the fingers of his right hand still pinching the key, Tristan held the panel open, and his left hand maintained it’s grip on the large section of muscle and flesh. Tristan was frozen for several moments, as he took in the unorthodox scene, reflected into his eyes from the mirror. Several droplets of crimson […]
Open Heart Empowerment (XIII)
Tristan reached out, pressed the thumb latch downwards, pulled the door open, then stood motionless, for many seconds. His teeth crunched together forcefully, and there was no gap between the straight line of his lips. Slowly, and deliberately, Tristan pulled in air through his flaring nostrils, and forcefully snorted it out. He took the few, […]