Jack & Nosturi

11/11 yeah apparently drunk writing makes all my character relationships queer-platonic -- Nosturi’s eyes contained a depth of sympathy I would never understand. He looked physically pained for my transgressions. He reached out and lay his soft, graceful hand on my shoulder, and it struck me for a moment the differences between us. Him slight … Continue reading Jack & Nosturi


Razi’s Death

written yesterday, 11/10 -- This time I had no shame and I picked up a jog, which turned into a sprint as his taunting resumed in the sound of laughter and of rustling in the undergrowth beside me. My breath came shallow and ragged as I ran, dodging around trees that appeared jaggedly in the … Continue reading Razi’s Death