Perfection's Glass Graveyard

Tomorrow's stories in dying dreams

A little confession.

"I'm sorry ... for ever thinking of leaving you," my voice came out hoarse and more forced than I would have liked. His movements slowed, and the clink of dry cups on the windowsill became softer. He rummaged around in... Continue Reading →


One step forward, three steps back.

It has happened. I am now slightly terrified of all this, simply because I am out of practice. Which means I am at the point where I will never be as good as some of the things I myself have... Continue Reading →

Chester Bennington. ENDED.

I use Linkin Park songs to write for Halcyon and some other characters. I didn't need to zoom in onto the lyrics to write emotionally wrecked scenes because that's what their music did, and knowing exactly what the lyrics were... Continue Reading →

Shine a light

The lantern tethered to the crook of her staff shone blue light, a warning sign of dark magic. But what has been done had been done, and the glow was feeding off only on the remnant haze. The many strewn... Continue Reading →

The trauma of living

I stared back down at the hot coffee in front of me. The morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows illuminated the steam wisps rising off, and my reflection faintly stared back. Birds sang outside the window, hunting for the... Continue Reading →

The stars say no.

Without really paying attention to it, I squeezed the apple in between my hands and dug my thumbs in, ripping the fruit in a neat half. I handed one half to Johnny, my eyes still scouring the landscape for any... Continue Reading →

The age of magic.

I'm at the age where magic stops happening. I haven't fallen down a hole, or ported to mystical lands, or found a mysterious key, or met a beastly prince love. I haven't found my one true calling, my purpose in... Continue Reading →

Things to bring up in therapy

I’m always tired because I don’t sleep. I don’t sleep because I feel like I could get an adequate amount down when I don’t sleep. Not more work done, just a normal load of work done. It’s been god knows... Continue Reading →


"What if, captain, we uh, raced you for it?" Talon ruffled his shoulder feathers. Keona cocked an eyebrow at him, a small, open mouthed smile spreading. "Oh yeah?" she leaned back on the rock, her tail twitching. "Yeah. If me... Continue Reading →

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