K.P. Stanislaus
Stories (3/0)
Come Morning
June 20th, 1994. 10:37pm There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But then again, there weren’t always sirens in the polluted harbor, or fairies dwelling in heart-rotted trees. No one had actually seen one of these save the Full Blown, too strung out on anything and everything to tell the difference between reality and not. Mumbling beneath their breath at a timid passerby about how they’d seen one of the dragons. Sharp fangs, harsh, crystal eyes. Melted into the shadows where it’d been hiding all along. Only a Full Blown would believe in ancient nonsense like that. And though Angel knew that, he told the detectives anyway. Dragons took his foster family’s life. But spared him.
By K.P. Stanislaus2 years ago in Fiction
They Didn't Want to Leave You But
I’m lucky they just cut out my tongue. I’ve seen much worse done for lesser offenses than mine. You can’t reassure without a tongue anyway. That’s why they did it. When I spoke, people listened. A voice of revolt they called me. Even if it was only a whisper into a child’s ear. Your parents, they didn’t want to leave you but The Order made them. They still love you. They didn’t want to leave you.
By K.P. Stanislaus3 years ago in Fiction