#chris page

[visuarhysm]

(Logistical Data on Behanceから)

[forbidden-sorcery]

We come of legion and desperate choir, to burn into the roots of desire, to sow our seed into your will, and let it bloom into the deeds you fulfil. And to our hosts we propose a toast of broken dreams and lifetimes of ghosts that follow you all along to your rest where epitaphs are empty of distress and midnight keeps flashing from an electrical hex.

Chris Page - An Electrical Hex

[fractrdmind]

Our Love Ends Worlds

Our Love Ends Worlds

It was a perfectly average room. The doors and windows were set so that neither dominated the off-white walls. The furniture, all done in tasteful oak, was arranged just so to keep maintain the balance around it. The alien perched on the edge of the couch cushion, staring at Ezra with a slight air of impatience. Depending on the angle, it sometimes looked like a man, other times looked like a…

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[forbidden-sorcery]

This body is a hive and its thoughts are swarming they come out of the dirt and out of the swamp and they will not give heed to your warnings no, they come they come they come.

Chris Page - An Electrical Hex

[forbidden-sorcery]

Slowly I rise, and let my heart climb into my mouth, and fill it with blood. And the words are carried on waves, on their crests that hold all time, thrown in emptied bottles from this vessel, out into the squall. And they will wash away. Carried on by the flood’s will I move with currents that are unseen, and siren memories would shipwreck my body, just to hold me against the pull, against the passing of time. But I will break in ways unknown to them, left unable to hear their song, like so much sand beneath the tide. So I shall drift into night, carried on a bed of waves, throwing words in reclaimed vessels from this tired soul, out, out into the squall. And they will wash away.

Chris Page - The Drift

[fractrdmind]

Pariah

Fabian rapped delicately on the door. The wood was warped and rotted in places. Anything more than a gentle knock would probably take it off the hinges entirely. After waiting the requisite five minutes, he nudged it open with his foot and stepped into the dark room. The air was thick and musty. It had the stink of many lives worn into a tiny space, the odor of secret meetings and unwashed…

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[visuarhysm]

(Logistical Data on Behanceから)