Emily Jean
Bio
trying to figure things out; trying to become a wizard with a staff shaped like an ice cream cone
Stories (2/0)
Cthulhu Sleeps at the Foot of my Bed
LATENIGHT LOVECRAFT I played person today. This person spent a lot of time behind a counter, hands placated behind a back, head perpetually bent, downwards, so the eyes strain to meet other faces. This person (me) has a lot of issues that insurance-covered talk therapy won’t begin to chip away at. In saying this, the person is avoidant and in denial and just wants a room full of kittens to roll around in.
By Emily Jean3 years ago in Horror
The Utopia Trials
Heaven is here inside this black hole. Not a hand to wave in front of my face, not bone ebbed to sinew to roll on the joints, to relax, to tighten the insulating muscle around, the warmest thing in the world-- is my body, sagged against the crooked wall of the cave. Now the darkness is my sanctuary. I can breathe, the cool air circles through me. My clothes were too heavy. I allow just this one thing to touch me: this necklace, and its light push against my pulse. It’s heart shaped, some times I trace my finger around its cool edges. Some times I play with the chain, push the locket like a moonsliver, up and down. I focus on this, the swathe of the dark around my form, the holy quiet I have found down here. Not a body to see, not a body to hurt. The darkness is all that there is.
By Emily Jean3 years ago in Futurism