Submissions by Skywalker

A crumbling sky, Agate in blackness, held indescribable rifts that hurled crackling roars through space. Sounds of heavy aircraft artillery and countless generations of warfare blended with the thunderous echoes. Hanging over the mortified and helpless onlookers, the skies appeared to almost shatter and dissolve into a morphing blend of both human and non-human colors. The horrific happenings all appeared to be dispersed rather evenly amongst the night sky, wrapping covertly the source of the hallowed crackling upon the ozone of the earth.
Each anomaly held the appearance of cracking...

The faint sensory of snow dissolves from my mouth as a splash of who she is crashes over this moment, Like a subtle draft of something lavender, soft like a lily, a scent to last me a lifetime, as our hands fold into each others, like petals after the changing seasons. your heavy hearted eyes lift my spirit in one slow movement, the ice of my recent endeavors melts over me and seeps comforting warmth into the sky that surrounds us. The unreal feeling that nothing can touch us, no ground under our steps, with no bounds to this earth, a fear of landing on the wrong footing has only satisfied...

Prologue
“How do you like the view from here?” a voice brushed against the neck of a young woman, and drifted softly into her ears. “It’s Terrific” she said subtly, realizing in her mind's eye that terrific must have a prefix of the word Terror, lost amongst the meaning somewhere. somewhere the meaning gets lost in itself. Standing there on a boulder-lined hillside peering over rolling greenery and abundant patches of browning trees and bushes. The sun rising in a vibrantly soft display of pink, orange, and yellow which painted the skies overhead. ‘It is truly beautiful’ she thought to...

Sometimes I really fucking wonder, do we exists just to repeatedly fall? I mean if you can stand, good for you, but what about those of us who always in vision this fucking throne of normality, which to those who already achieved it is just a chair, but we try soooo hard, and everyday while people just live, it's a constant struggle, to wake up, to smile, to not live curled up in a ball shrouded by fear and depression. and whenever we can muster up enough strength to put up a knee, and try to balance our souls, the string of events and inescapable silence swoops down and rustles our footing,...