Night Mass

One starry night, the deer decided to serve a mass for himself. Strange, isn't it? Then again, is there anyone who has never done such a thing? Even the living bones torn from your own body can be a treat if you sugarcoat them well enough. Only the owl knows better. The painting reproduction used … Continue reading Night Mass

So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (3/3)

If one death post a day is not enough for you, then you've just got lucky! In November 2017, I learned about another way too early departure of someone I knew. I was in Tokyo on a business trip. It was a crisp and unusually clear morning, with the rising sun painting the sprawling megalopolis … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (3/3)

So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (2/3)

Here we go, it didn't take that long to break my vague promise of posting regularly every #GruesomeFriday. I'm one week late due to traveling and general laziness, but let's agree there is always time to make up for such sins, shall we? To remind you what this is about - welcome to the second … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (2/3)

One of Four

White sun was beating on a plain that was cracked like a jig-saw puzzle made of scorched dirt. Deep down between the bone-dry walls of the cracks, grass cowered in shadow and sucked on the last beads of lingering dew. At noon, unshod hooves rang on the stone-hard soil. A black horse was galloping over … Continue reading One of Four

Bearded Stump

It used to be a great city before hot winds came from the plains and the sky turned sulfuric yellow. Nothing could save the people, no prayers, no fancy gadgets. It was too late. The city’s pride got hamstrung by the scythe of the broken nature’s wrath. The towering houses shrunk and withered until only … Continue reading Bearded Stump

So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (1/3)

In the last episode in these series, I promised to share my thoughts on the possible reasons of my obsession with death and dying. Here goes the first post. But be warned! It won't be about more or less harmless rants on imagined tragedies. No. This time it's about actual death and suffering. Enjoy if … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (1/3)

Tide Goddess

When the skies will tear the Earth’s guts out of her dying body, the time will come for the Tide Goddess to ride on a wave of blood and ice. She will be hungry, looking for anything she could devour so that it can be reborn. But the goddess will search in vain. Only the … Continue reading Tide Goddess