Fiction

In the Klaxon Asylum, a relic of the old town’s forgotten days, Edgar had learned to accept his place among the dark.

For  a thousand years, Daniel Moon had waited. The room was small, its walls etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light.

He sits 6 feet behind the sideline, wondering how the sport in front of him works. The whistle was blown and he felt a sense of togetherness. Teammates were lined up across the bench sticking out on each end by at least 3 people.

When I rose my eyes burned. It wasn't a sudden pain; more slow and consistent. As if it knew why it was there and it had no intention of leaving. It knew my eyes were safe and that I couldn’t help it.

Inel’s mom grabbed their arm before they could open the door to the car. “Wait. Inel, are you sure you want to wear those pronoun pins?” Inels mom asked her. Two pins sat in the corner of Inels shirt.

-- PART ONE --

It's not safe, I said.

You told me it was safer than a Chevy Colorado.

It's too small, you said before.

When I reminded you of this, you brushed it off.

It’s her.

The person I have spent my whole life waiting for.

She stares me down, her eyes trained on mine. I was trying to toy with her, taunt her, make her flustered, but she holds my stare like it’s nothing.

          As the start of my end arrives, I am asked why things had to be like this. An elaborate request at the hand of my enemy; a question that I no longer know how to answer.

And then there were Two.

There was Nothing and there were Two and they were not in love. Love was not a thing yet, there was Nothing.

One said to the other, "I've discovered I can say words."

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CHAPTER I

I’ve been drowning for many, many years. Down and down I sink, reaching forever and ever upward only to find fistful after fistful of water.

My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.