The Dragon in CaptivityIt's always cold in here, but no one else ever complains. Maybe it's just the stark whiteness of the walls and the way the fluorescent lights make even the doctors look sick. Right when I started, when I didn't know any better, I asked if we could hang paintings in the hallways. I tried a casual approach. "You know, what if we hung something like Starry Night here?" One of the nurses sneered at me. "Brilliant idea. You know that was painted in a mental institution, right?" Well yes, I thought. There's even beauty in madness – but they didn't understand. Later that same day one of the heads dragged me into the quiet room and chewed me ou
Crisis Management -rewrite-To the woman who would seek to pit the hearts of men against each other for her love, I say she is a fool damned by the gods. As for the women who nonetheless finds herself right in that very spot, well, she may not be a fool, but she is every bit as damned. Oblivion is a state well known to healers, for we often push ourselves well past the brink of our stamina in times of war. I think perhaps it is a state even better known to myself, thanks to an unruly hand of prophecy the Moon herself laid upon my brow. As much as I oft needed that unasked for respite from my daily strife in those days, it was my especial curse to find myself unconscio
Very tender moment captured in their expressions of the eyes and brows... I think the roses would look neat colored, even with the figures remaining uncolored, perhaps.