Kyle Cejka
Bio
Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
Stories (31/0)
The Ballad of the Champion
This is an old story. It has been told many times before and you know how it goes. The Champion stands in glory, a radiant example of all that is good and righteous in the world. Against the minions of darkness he stands stalwart, the black tides breaking upon his shield like waves against the cliff. With righteous conviction he cuts down evil men, monsters, and demons alike. He does it not for glory, nor for riches, nor for fame; but because it must be done, because those with the power to act are obliged to act. He answers the call faithfully, donning the mantle of protector as a sacred duty because it must be done and he is the one who must do it.
By Kyle Cejkaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Dark Tribe
The oppression of a mile's worth of rock was an inescapable weight in Bradley Montague's mind as he belly-crawled through the narrow tunnel–though calling it a tunnel was overly generous. It was more a crack, really; barely large enough to wriggle through. If the rock decided to shift even the slightest bit, he would be crushed in the cold, dark womb of the earth until his fossilized remains were discovered by some future paleontologist.
By Kyle Cejka2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
The HandRunner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
The first moments of the hand's awareness were pain. First, something hot and bright sliced into its wrist, like a suicide attempt in earnest. The pain deepened as the twin bones beneath the wrist joint were shorn through, punctuated by crunches the hand felt to the tips of its fingers.
By Kyle Cejka3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Keyholder Chapter One
To say that Tengan was blind was, at the very least, misleading: he was blind only in the strictly physical sense—he had been born without eyes. The Kamigumo had seen fit to take them while he was still in his mother's womb and replace them with starlight. In doing so, They had blessed him with the Sight, enhancing his senses beyond even the acuity of dragons. But even among the Sighted, he was blessed; Tengan's starlight eyes perceived the world as if with the eyes of the Weavers Themselves: he saw in all directions at once, in every spectrum of light. Despite having no eyes, he had perceived more in his thirty years of life than most sighted beings dreamed throughout their entire lives.
By Kyle Cejka4 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
The Last KeyholderTop Story - January 2024
To the Members of the Honorable Council of Shiryoku, The nature of the Infinite Tapestry has been the subject of debate for as long as history has been recorded. At your request, I have compiled my notes on the Infinite Tapestry and enclosed them herein. Should you require any further enlightenment on the subject I remain—as always—at your service.
By Kyle Cejka4 months ago in Fiction
An Exorcism in Roanoke
"Non est mourta, quod potest mendacium aeternum. Mirumque aeos, mors quoque peread." The words vibrated within the sacred circle, deepening with each reverberation like the knelling of a distant bell. Beyond the circle of salt, behind the eight women standing around it, inky shadows swelled from the earthen floor. Swirling they rose, defying the golden radiance of fat candles lining the room, encroaching into their domain where only moments before no shadow dare intrude. With airy fingers, the shadows pressed upon the backs of the eight; caressing bare flesh like the memory of former lovers.
By Kyle Cejka6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2023
I Want to Give the World NachosTop Story - October 2023
The Story: I have been incarcerated for nearly 22 years. Throughout this time, food has held a special kind of significance: food served by the prison is rarely filling, cooked by inmates who are more concerned with stealing anything good and filling their own bellies than they are with seeing that their fellow inmates are able to eat as well as they. On the rare occasions we are fed something decent, there is a rush of people trying to buy or barter for the "good tray." Thanksgiving and Christmas trays, with their extra portion of real turkey meat, rolls, and extra cake with white icing can be sold for as much as $10.
By Kyle Cejka6 months ago in Feast
