Just a person who likes writing, so I'm taking a shot at trying to post some stories. I like Lovecraftian horror and creating new characters.
Just a person who likes writing, so I'm taking a shot at trying to post some stories. I like Lovecraftian horror and creating new characters.
Cosmo and Bug, gods of their time (and best friends), travel between realities for fun.
Cosmo, the god of time and space, who, immaturely, takes the form of a 9 year old with blue hair and violet eyes.
Bug, the god of childhood and sweets, who always appears as an energetic 12 year old with brown hair with a pink ombre and tiny wings on the sides of his head.
They traverse these dimensions by ...
Tread carefully through moss,
care tenderly for the ferns
Cedar knows judgement
not spoken through words
Give kisses to the sage,
pray passion to primrose
Ivy deals false prophecies,
thy future, it will propose
Weep for deceased roses,
sever ties with roots
Woodlands gift you mercy,
a wise and ancient truce...
In a library,
nothing is speaking
and everything is slow
and yet,
you can hear
everything.
The tapping of fingers on a desk,
the flipping of a page,
the dropping of a pin.
But nowadays
I can hear them,
talking behind the bookshelves.
And in the walls,
and under the floors,
and in my head,
I hear them every time
and once I leave it goes
dead silent.
I hear parts of conversations,
simple things,
...