Salutations! Welcome to the wacky worlds of my imagination.
He adjusted his mantle of starlight, and raised a hand to grasp the spiral arms of the bow. Comets fled from his touch, as white-hot plasma arced from one pole to the other, a bowstring of star-stuff and an arrow of gamma rays.
By PhoenixWritesabout a year ago in Fiction
Iris of the storm, Tranquil lake of purest teal, Surrounded by rage.
By PhoenixWrites2 years ago in Poets
“It is not, I think, in the realm of man that consciousness truly lies. There must be another - some great Beyond - to balance the harsh mathematics of reality. This other I brand Elsewhere, home of our queen.”
By PhoenixWrites2 years ago in Horror
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