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  • Illo024_DragonGirl_1000

    Dragon Girl

    Áine was a girl aged nine, who made a mess from time to time; but on this one particular day she became much too curious … with a price to pay. Her mother was leaving for the shops: “Don’t open the door or your magic stops!” But as Áine’s mother decides to leave, little Áine […]

  • Illo023_Spider_1000

    The Spider

    It had been a month since the last spider sat on my wall; smug and dark, casting a quivering shadow against the white. You appeared so suddenly, and when I least expected it; I didn’t fear you or want to kill you – your presence just irritated me. I left you sitting there for hours, […]

  • Illo022_Sooth-Say

    Sooth-Said

    He tells himself a story: “I am great. I am wise.” There will be truth in that story. What though, it’s only lies. He listens to his story: “You are great. You are wise.” And he believes his telling. What though, it’s only lies. He walks his way through living: Thinking “great”, thinking “wise”; Taking […]

  • Illo021_Clock

    Clock

    Time has no worries 
Time has no end 
Time doesn’t forget 

Time is everywhere 
Time is split in two 
Time is needed to start the day and end it 
Time is nothing if you don’t use it 
 Time is everything to someone who needs it 

Time dictates your life

  • Dimmest Glow. Illustration by Alé Mercado

    Dimmest Glows

    Never constant, ever changing: there is no east, west, north, or south, only the abyss’s gaping mouth vast beyond eternity. The infinite cycle of death, decay and destruction, all to bring about the new: the small, tiny, miniscule and insignificant; the large, huge, monstrous and colossal. All lie side by side in the web of […]

  • Illo018_SemicolonFlat

    Semicolon

    Sometimes you’re worried, confused. Finger on the trigger, slipping. Sweat dripping and time slows down. Blood dripping every moment you move. The end of you. A heart with worry and confusion needs time. When you end the confusion you’re finished. When you end the worry you move on.

  • Illo017_RomeFlat

    The Ghost of Rome

    It all began when Remus wiped out Romulus; that’s when the city of Reme came to be. It was a State of fair Democracy that was the envy of other regions; through their diplomatic ties they formed a Union. It spread from Palestine to Belgium. A man called Cesar spurred revolution. He was jailed for […]

  • Illo016_TheHunter_Flat

    The Hunter

    It looked at me in surprise, that fox I met that afternoon. We both stopped dead in our tracks. I stared at the intelligent brown eyes, the fluffy auburn tail. And the smooth, bright pelt of red-gold fur. And coming into contact, with a creature such as I, it was no wonder that it fled, […]

  • Illustration for The Dark done by Alé Mercado

    The Dark

    “I can’t face it,” you say. I stand quiet, don’t want to wound you when you’re already bleeding. But your words are shards, the barbed wire I’m clinging to to keep from going under. Because this pain, this sadness, it’s so much better than the dark: the eternal abyss where no light reaches. So yes. […]

  • Illustration for Mr. Crestfallen by Alé Mercado

    Mr. Crestfallen

    He shuffled along the pavement like dead leaves in the wind, always carrying a third support. Mr. Crestfallen’s sombre eyes drooped into heavy bags, almost reaching the network of spider veins crawling, multiplying as freely through his sickly pale jowls as the cells in his lungs. His spine arched; leathered back beginning to recover from […]