Dr. Agonson – Page 217 – Tale Told

Short: The Scream

I heard a scream in the night, a terrible sound, but it touched me in a way I didn't expect. You see, the sound, that distant scream, I liked it.…

Drabble: Wasteland

The wasteland, dead and silent. The only sound comes with the storms, when the countless sands are stirred and take flight. Even here, though, the cruel winds are mostly dead.…

Musings by a Graveyard

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I don't know what goes on in me. It is like a pain. It is at once a severe emptiness, a void, and yet it is a heavy weight, like…

Short: Nothing

"The timeless darkness which waits even now for our momentary light to flicker and be gone, in sundry ways seeps into our life, its many tentacles, like a million little…

Drabble: The Abandoned Rooms of Reality

There are secret places in this world, hidden doors, closed off rooms, which some remember. They remain in shadows, and there is darkness within them. I have stolen into one,…

Drabble: The Archer

The string is taut; the bow is bent; the arrow straight. The dart, it flies; the dart, it hits; the dart, it kills. The man, he falls; the blood pours…

Short Poem: Bedlam

The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…

The Bard’s Song

The languid music, like some suffocating gas, slowly worked upon the patrons a dreadful drowsiness. It could not even be called boredom. Those who listened to the bard's song weren't…

Short Story: Drainpipe

An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…

Short Poem: O Early Snow

O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…