"Hunting Boredom" by A.M. Lynn Prey approached. The monster held his breath and moved nothing but his eyes. The human would get no warning. A vine of green satin draped over one shoulder, heavy, but the monster waited, counting within the shadows. On the sixtieth second, he leapt. Shirts flew alongside him, adding drama to… Continue reading Glimmer: Hunting Boredom
"Dream Dawn" by A.M. Lynn Thoughts flitter past: translucent butterflies void of color and pattern. I am rock, not the powerful creature full of energy that directs body and mind. Both rest, waiting. At dawn, light creeps into mind’s crevices, returning life to stone flesh. Originally shared in "Predawn Pallor" (2009).