Insomnia
Some say sleep is the cousin of death…
From the Swamp
The air was thick with humidity and the dense vegetation surely hid a manner of beasts and ungodly creatures. The sounds of distant yelps and howls echoing around me confirmed this theory. I could feel what felt like the eyes of more than just mosquitoes and gnats watching me. Had I not been kin to the residents I would have turned on my heels instantly.
Isolation
Three weeks up there in that stone tower, shining that light out on the water, keeping the ships from crashing onto the jagged jaws of the rocky shore. Nothing but the mildew and your thoughts. It drives you mad, I know it does, I've seen it.
The Dead Ringer
My father has recently died. I mention this only because his death is now forcing me to return to the place of which I loathe beyond any other.
Rope Ladder
“One more rung,” I grunt. “One more.”
Isolation
What happens when the mind wanders, but has no where to go?
The Art of Yolk.
If only images could talk, they say they’d speak a thousand words.
all stories were pondered and penned by J. R. Nathaniel
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