Jae
Joined Ficlatté in November 2014
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Just Another Escapist
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Cassie's Soothsayer
This is a lot simpler than it feels. Now that your emotions are well vented, let's set them aside an…
Published 7 years ago.
Cassandra
I didn't want the job. It was foisted upon me and like someone who gets tossed a grenade, I caught i…
Published 7 years ago.
Heartbleed
My words made me a puppet in your eyes
And though I cannot say as much
The truth is not as such
It c…
Published 7 years ago.
The Glow
They'll hear
The pounding heart inside
My chest
Always beating
Never rest
And my breathing
Hoarse a…
Published 7 years ago.
The Hearth of Harm
Candle scent and fire warms
Blankets soft and cheerful talk
Sweetened words and loving arms
Safe ind…
Published 7 years ago.
Lingering Pain
I can't stop feeling her face.
Not seeing, feeling. We were so close so often that the shape of her …
Published 7 years ago.
Human Factory
I want to stop feeling.
As much as I have become aware that humans are not machines, that there is a…
Published 7 years ago.
Despicable Me
There is a kind of self loathing that exists beyond the burn of violent hatred and far from spineles…
Published 7 years ago.
Decussation of the Soul
Old walls, sunk deep into the earth, slick with moisture and trimmed in dripping weblike vines, rose…
Published 7 years ago.
Asbriong 11
Boots first, Hable inched down toward the hatch, keeping his legs wrapped in a firm grip around the …
Published 7 years ago.
Asbriong 10
His heart stopped. Both Ambiter and Decceter were emblazoned at a crazy angle upon his mind in the s…
Published 7 years ago.
Asbriong 9
"Haul up!" Hable ordered. The man at the column obeyed instantly.
"What in gods name are you doing?"…
Published 7 years ago.
Asbriong 8
The cabin really began to shake. Several of the crew shouted in alarm. Hable slacked his jaw to keep…
Published 7 years ago.
The Accused
I changed in the years of my exile, and though no one in the streets recognized me beneath the beard…
Published 8 years ago.
The Black Hand
The wastes are not empty. They are bleak, harsh, even dangerous, but people make a living out here. …
Published 8 years ago.