Mrachko

The wizard sat upon his throne, the air still think with opium smoke. Although the drug was wearing off, he still possessed the numbness of mind, which all arcane seekers cherished. Time started slowly moving again. Empty headed, he stood up and sluggishly forced himself towards his desk, his cloak dragging behind him, slipping away, revealing its wearer’s lupine form. He threw himself on his chair and opened one of many tomes – his dream journal. Eyes bloodshot and sight still fuzzy he tried to read his last entry. “Arktul – ocean caster”   Hideous name. Opium abuse was no mere ritual for a wizard. It numbs

I have a feeling that I shouldn't be feeling My heart is sinking as i stare at the ceiling Fluorescent lights burn my eyes with a tiny beam I hate myself for wanting self esteem

An antlered rabbit was standing under the street lights at midnight. He was nervously checking his pocket watch every two minutes, hesitant whether or not his colleague will show up. From time to time he would break up the monotony and stare at the moon. Of course in his eyes the moon had more of the qualities of a lantern, rather than a satellite – a bright object, illuminating the night, but also a meeting spot for flies. In this allegory the flies were really the souls of all who fell into complete and utter existential ennui and mediocrity in this little boring town. He found the specifics a bit strange, but he wasn’t really s

She could see the entire world. The sun’s morning rays burning brightly. The moon disappearing behind the mountains. The stars more numerous than a deck of cards. The oceans roaring, the forests howling, the winds hissing. The people laughing, crying and cheering. On the tower there was no pain, no sorrow, no guilt, no happiness or sadness. There was no victory nor defeat. Only existence and whatever it held. Asha’s ego broke.

Asha had been climbing the stairs for hours and yet she felt no exhaustion, no pain, only pure determination. She would finally reach her goal, her wish for immoratlity. She could live any life she wanted, changing them whenever she pleased, without having any regrets for missed opportunities. Only one floor stood between her and all she ever wanted.   At the top of the staircase, she reached a mahogany gate, heavily ornamented with with golden insignias. She put both hands on the gate and pushed it open, entering a small, stone chamber. The air was cold, heavy. Flickering candles lit the room from both sides, revealing a mural in the center,

After less than a minute, Asha reached the bottom of the stairs. They lead to a chamber at the base of the lighthouse, strangely well illuminated by the moon shining through cracks in the walls. The staircase itself ended a few meters away from a tunnel. Asha walked towards the tunnel, stepping onto cold mud. Right before the entrance she looked down and saw, laid out neatly on a piece of cloth, a torch, tinder, a pair of boots and a note. She picked up the note, which read: “A present for the adventurer to help them on their journey.” Asha crumpled up the note and threw it away. With suspicion she picked up the boots for inspe