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    Shadowheart

    Shadows are an impenetrable absence Silence is a shadow,  a dark puddle cast by a vacuum. The emptiness left when you went cold, when they knelt beside you for an hour zap, zap, zapping. You stayed polar, an Antarctic vortex life couldn’t penetrate. A body bag’s closing z-z-zwerp, the vacuum that swallowed faith and silenced the beat of our entwined fates. While the source that cast the void in you remains a mystery, the absence of you casts weight– an anvil on my chest. Soul impervious, ice-bound. Your last breath the source voiding me and leaving a heart shadow. Now I am the impenetrable absence of us. ~Nara Malone

  • LitRPG,  PantherianTales

    Wolf Rising

    It was time… Unleashed, her inner-beast emerged. The wolf she kept buried deep under her bones, like pirate treasure. She shed the suburban skin taped around her like a cardboard mask. Escaped her concrete cage. And Rules: Those choke collars uncountable as leaves? Stripped from her life in a decisive leap from the old reality into the new. She landed for the first time on four paws, toes curling into the crisp, new snow. Sabled stalks swayed and crackled as she crept from the lowlands of politics and property, up the tree feathered slopes of Wolf Mountain. Seeking the snow line, she leveled up from the land of tiny paychecks…

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    Seek More

      Sometimes when you’re sitting down doing what you should do (like writing about genderless language and the singular “they”) a bunny hops by and your muse follows. And then you think you are going to write something a little more out there (like how an NPC is worth a thousands words). And nope, the muse yawns and that’s not happening either. So you follow her down the bunny trail, out the front door and into the woods at sunrise, then down the rabbit hole and back. Next thing you know it’s hours later and you’re in front of the computer and this is on the page: Seek More Dawn’s…