The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”
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January 10th, 2022/blood magic
Today’s Prompt: What are 5 things you’re grateful for today? (I was feeling rather uninspired by today’s prompt, so here is a scene I wrote that reminds me why I’m grateful to be alive. Interpretations/thoughts always welcome!) I trudge through these night plains. Clouds of insects guide my path. Dizzyingly, they flit about the fields,Continue reading “January 10th, 2022/blood magic”
Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic
(ps, “a little” in a dissociative system refers to a child-aged alter) *** I’m smart. Are you proud of me? I always thought of you as very intelligent. But yes, I suppose I’m extra proud of you. I figured it out. Figured what out? Everyone around here is sad and mopey, but not me. ThatContinue reading “Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic”
Cory’s Story: where memories leak through
Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”
January 3rd, 2022/by the night birds
My mother told me we were never meant to fly.
I proved her wrong by walking from the edge of a cliff and finding my wings mid plummet, before the river rapids at the bottom. This is how I end.
Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark
Hello!
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.
Cory’s Story: flashbacks in red/12 burdens by the bedside
How are you Scarlet?
I am feeling…I am.
Are you doing better than yesterday?
What is yesterday? What are you?
Cory’s Story: to drink of bitter starlight
I think it’s great that you believe in magic.
Sure.
Do you have a name? My name’s Cory.
Yeah.
Great! What is it?
Shadow. But I can tell you don’t believe me.
Cory’s Story: when the moon fell to the empty ocean and cried
I believe in magic.
Good for you, I guess.
I always will.
Okay. I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Cory.
Magic doesn’t stop being magic. I asked it.
Cory’s Story: Giants’ bodies and a courage to pretend
I have a question, Cory.
Yes?
Why are you all giants?
I suppose it must seem that way, with your small door in these large hallways. I don’t know. I hadn’t ever thought of myself as a giant.
Jordyn Saelor 