“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.” -Madeline Miller, “The Song Of Achilles.”


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I feel weird about republishing this but I adamantly refuse to let it go entirely ignored.

Stage Stumblers and Battle Cries

October 12, 2019


Oran stumbles on to the stage with a pyre of shadows lit in his stomach.

His hair is stuck to his head with sweat and he smiles at the crowd. His eyes flash with all the glints of the knife he’s seen in the dark. A revolution tumbles from his lips.

He speaks into the microphone and the world flares bright purple.


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  • r|A|i|N

    your word placement & choice is always completely mesmerizing.

    about 1 year ago
  • Huda Ayaz

    Need!! More!!!!

    about 1 year ago
  • loveletterstosappho

    "a pyre of shadows lit in his stomach"?? "eyes flash with all the glints of the knife he's seen in the dark"??? "the world flares bright purple"?????? sun, you're killing me. your prose is too gorgeous. i've said it before but i'll say it a thousand times over: i'm in love with your writing.!

    about 1 year ago
  • Boogie With Stu

    This sounds pretty cool, I like the setup :)

    about 1 year ago