Thursday, 17 August 2017

Metaphorigal

Everyone who comes into the team has a different way to comprehend the multiverse, when it spreads out infinitely all around them. The woman with the star covered skirt sees it as a never-ending series of paintings hanging on gallery walls. The man with the robotic arm sees globes of light, forever moving around each other. The tentacled psychic sees it as an ocean with islands every few feet.

All metaphors, all ways to stop their brains from melting as they look upon all possible creation, a trick to save themselves from reality.

Everyone has one.

Except the new girl…

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Hitting The Bottle



The bottle was maybe seven-eighths full when he sat down.

The first couple of shots were just to calm his shaky nerves. It had been a hell of a day, after all, and he deserved to be able to relax, didn’t he?

Taking the next couple of shots so soon after the first two, that probably wasn’t good, all things considered, but he still felt the need to calm down, and he was safely at home, alone, so why not?

The reason why he should not did eventually hit him, but by then, the bottle of morphine was practically empty.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Quest For The Holy Crown



He was after glory, her quest was for power.
Both of these led them to the tower.
They agreed to fight side by side,
While their betrayals would bide.
They both knew each other would turn,
Once their desires they could earn.
No matter the challenge, they struck it down,
Until at last, they found the Holy Crown.
They both waited for the other to move,
Thus the other’s evilness they could then prove.
But neither of them did, they couldn’t do it,
Finally a backstab they couldn’t commit.
But this wasn’t the plan,
So the Crown summoned its hitman…