DuskMind

~You should probably pay more attention when you’re up here.~ The thought shot through Daezir’s mind as he was reading through the tome in his hand. “You do a good enough job of that for me.” Daezir said to the tome, and closed it. The chains bound to the tome quickly wrapped around it on their own, and the eye on the front opened, glowing a pale blue. “Besides,” Daezir added, “aren’t you the one with the eye?” ~You and I both know you can see!~ The tome, Duskmind, yelled at him through its thoughts. He then dropped Duskmind thoughtlessly by his side, and spectral tentacles formed over the

Another name. Another face. Same old job. She doesn't get out the car as her husband pumps the gas. Her makeup and dress too pristine for the mundane task. At home, she waits for him to open her door. He performs this task eagerly.  Blinded by love, this fool makes every attempt to make her happy. But with him she never wears her genuine smile. The smile that makes her eyes lift. Few have seen this smile. I've watched for it. The lights in the house flicker off in sequence, until just the bedroom light remains. Then darkness. A minute passes. Five minutes. Twenty. Another light across the house turns on. Her makeup is different. Her attire

5... My chest feels like it's on fire. My throat is dry, making my gasp for air even more pained. On my hands and knees, I struggle to fight back the pain coursing through my body. I hear my heart thunder in my chest faster than I am able to count. 4... Blood drips from my shoulder, into the small puddle under my hand. I'm failing. I am weak. The bones in my leg feel broken. They have to be broken. I heard them break under the steel. But the pain is wholesome. 3... Every second the pain intensifies. I need to move. Pathetic body. Why is this my curse? 2... My whole body shakes as I put my feet on the ground to lift myself. 1...0... "HELP ME!"

Corben stood in his doorway looking out into the street. To his left and right were clear. Across was clear. So where had that quick knock come from? Slowly closing the door, a glimmer on his doormat snatched his attention. Corben had never been good with animals, so he had no idea what kind of black bird was at his doorstep. Squatting down, Corben observed it for a moment, looking for signs of breathing or any movement to show it was still alive. Declaring it dead, Corben’s eyes went back to the golden glimmer that had caught his eye. Around the bird’s neck was a golden thread, and a tiny note folded against the bird’s back