They say the Hunter always wears black. He conceals himself in the shadows, hiding any proof of his existence, attacking suddenly and efficiently. Nobody knows his motivations. Nobody knows how at one second people are alive and well, and at the other, on the ground, mouth foaming, eyes wide open, staring at nothing.The Hunter always… Read More Inktober Day 17 ~Salty~
Some only pretend to be kind. But I’m not pretending. Some fake their smiles and grumble in their hearts. But my smile is real. Some pretend to care. But don’t. I care a lot. I really do. Some you cannot trust. You can trust me. Some have a tempest in their hearts, always roaring. Some… Read More Inktober Day 13 ~Kind~
As a spy, my job is to be discreet. I must blend into the darkness, make no sound, be no more noticeable than a shadow in a dark room. I’m a master at my job. I’ve succeeded at every mission thrown my way, except for the current one. I need to follow a man with… Read More Inktober Day 10 ~Crabby~
(Day 4 skipped) Fire, flame, flare, blaze. Behold the flame. Feel its glory. See the power it holds in its firey arms. Worship it. Control the blaze. Live like it. Seek power and it will seek you. Consume those who threaten to consume you. Live with passion. Embed the mark of the Inferni in your… Read More Inktober Day 5 ~Fire~
On the day of his birthday, Kenny came from school flustered. Boys had called him Big Teeth and he was having none of it. He was subconsciously touching his front teeth when he walked in home. Surprise, they said. Happy birthday. Here are your presents, they said. He got a pencil with a small, starshaped… Read More Inktober Day 2 ~Scurry~
A cold chill brushes my skin, looking for a way into my body like a skilled lock-picker. It cannot get in. I like the cold. It makes it harder for the cops to get to me. Makes their joints rusty. Melting into the shadows, I cut back into a narrow alleyway, jumping over a trash… Read More Inktober Day 1: Gargoyle
Life in Kyoto 