17. a spell that breaks the order of things

patreon.com/SashaNebraska - for videos and clues sashanebraska.com - for game The clock on the wall said 1:30am. Becca and Jenny sat on the earth floor of the green room. It had still had a look of disarray after the whirlwind that had spun things out of control the first time. Becca had taken the time…

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23. stupid decisions one should never make

Becca woke up in her own bed, her head splitting, blanket wrapped all around her. She sat up and instantly felt woozy. She had no recollection of how she got to her room from the previous night. Only vague moments of talking about Morgan and the house with her sister on the porch. (Start at…

You bring up everything

inside of me that I wanted to let go. Alone, I stormed the clouds of doom and made them wish me away with my madness. But with you, I am weak. I fear things that are made up in an ever evolving loop of loss that never existed. Your absence sends me spiraling into a…

the battle wages on

Sometimes my breath still catches. Mindless reality that turns in an instant to a suffocating dawn. Memories flood the space that was once a clear and obvious agenda into a battle field, waging one more war in which I must fight. Heart races, eyes burn. Breathe. This isn't who you are. Warrior. Stand tall and…

7. Jenny discovers a few secrets

The room, that was minutes before a spectacular sight of objects flying through the air and wind whipping in every direction, was now eerily quiet. “Oh shit,” Becca said. The two girls slowly entered, cautiously stepping over broken pots and scattered earth. They inspected the glass that surrounded them. “There’s no way,” Jenny started. “I…

~My Love~

The words drip from your lips easily. You say you were afraid. I ask of what, thinking it was the danger that I felt myself to be in. Anger. Mine. Building and causing all of this fairy tale to crumble. It seemed absurd to me. Not because you literally saved my life, how could anger…

forgive me

I can feel your breath, hands on my skin. Forgive me if the sweetness in my chest is tainted with a fear. I have never pulled in the weight of a man and allowed the time to dance into the possibility of forever. Your soft words vibrate through my soul with more pleasure than I…

a final good bye

Stable heart, random hopes of surging dreams like a wave of destiny. Not understanding that the becoming of one, ends another. Forced to feel, from a self-fulfilling prophecy of dread or doom compared to bliss and passion, knowing you cannot have one if you don't chance the other. Good-bye to the idea of safety that…