I wrote this 3 days after my father passed away. At the time I felt stuck and unable to express how I really felt, so I wrote about it instead. I hope it isn't too depressing to read about and it may come off as upsetting to others to some degree, but I'm hoping that maybe it could convey some of the emotions I was going through.

A quiet reflection on the only place that ever felt like home—until love left its walls. A short piece on memory, grief, and the fading warmth of a grandparents' house. A flash fiction that marked most of us.

Kumiko and Alena are two orphans living through a gruelling war. There is grinding poverty, constant bombings, and looming soldiers. Kumiko wants to keep his younger sister safe from the war around them. But will he sacrifice his sister's heart in order to do so?

"The unforeseen bonds that arise from the depths of sorrow."

After Thomas Keen's mother's recent suicide, he finds solace in therapy and builds an unexpected  connection with his therapist Summer Evans. While confronting his own pain, curiosity drives an enigmatic relationship between the two. Somewhere in between, his vulnerability and evolving emotions blurred the lines between professional and personal.

A story about stories, about the power we give them and the power they give us.

So this fanfic only takes the original trilogy as canon. My take on what happened to inspire the song The Hanging Tree.

Every year, the Lady chooses one of us to commune with. If this unfortunate person succeeds at pleasing her, she blesses the harvest and we have food for the year. If they fail to please her, she curses the harvest and we starve.

The poem Fading Embers explores the transformation from warmth and love to coldness and despair. It delves into themes of heartbreak, betrayal, and inner turmoil, using vivid imagery to depict the emotional journey of a once lively heart turned cold. The reflection on the darkness within and the deceptive nature of appearances questions the impact of a cold heart and the deep emotional scars it leaves behind.

This poem explores the deep pain of loss and the struggle to maintain sanity amidst overwhelming grief. The speaker vividly expresses feelings of despair, isolation, and the haunting presence of dark thoughts. With powerful imagery, it captures the chilling absence of peace and fragility of hope. The poem ultimately reflects the relentless battle against inner turmoil, offering a poignant insight into the complexities of emotional suffering and the search for solace in a world filled with pain.

The world was murdered. The world will live again, will rise out from under its fetters. So will the people. In the meanwhile, the Yemars have magic. The Yemars have magic, and they have each other, and they have hope.

Something about grief and and a speck of affection in a place that prohibits its kind.

A story about a boy born in Serbia.