Author: kronosking

Queen’s Kingdom chapter 5

They sat in their yukata across from their friend. In transience, they had torn the green goblin with a club to ribbons with blood spatter in their bodice armor. I and they sat beneath an elm tree with milk-tea and lemonade scones. I dipped my lemonade scones into my milk tea and let the scone soak in the milk-tea before eating the scone. The autumn leaves fell quietly onto the blanket that colorful afternoon spent beneath the elm tree.

The Fire Of The Count chapter 2

The matchlock gun they fired pierced the night with a howl. The they in this case was pale with fear when when they trembled as they darted between the steam powered vehicles in the foggy cobblestone London streets. They bit the last bullet with their teeth as they met their demise from I, who gave chase on horse. The darkness of the pitch-black, starless night howled fiercely, almost menacingly. The darkness lapped up them with little to no hesitancy. The cobblestone streets trailed on endlessly.

The Fire Of The Count chapter 1

They gave chase to them on their grotesquely large, well-groomed horses. They were frightened of the horses who were much too well fed for their earnest desire across the cobblestone streets of London. They disliked them. They loathed them. They fired their matchlock gun at them who trembled behind a fire hydrant. They would wanted them dead and rotted with a stench more than any man in the world. The smell of smoke ended the chase in a draw between the two who returned to their irrespective homes.

Mittens In The Apartment Windowsill Chapter 1

They sit on top on the windowsill while I watch basketball on television. They jump down from their perch and begin to play with a ball of yarn. The rainbow, fraying yarn bounces between their two front paws. They leap into their box and falls asleep. A pleasant evening passes while the raindrops patter down the pipes.

Queen’s Kingdom: Chapter 1

Modern day.

In salty sand, I am on my thickly woven quilt.

In transience, I advance toward the anger.

In transience, they and I advance against the their retreat.

In sadness, I retreat into them in thought.

I am on my knees. The earl grey tea is a dark brown. The navy blue sea is fresh. The sky is baby blue with cotton clouds.

In transience, I advance my claymore. In the ephemera, they die.

Queen’s Kingdom: Prologue

I felt boredom.

I am sorrowful.

She is in love with the charcoal flooring.

I felt dislike for the smoky black, charcoal flooring.

I felt anger toward her.

I felt despisement for her.

I am in love with the impermanence of the etched skin brown-edged logwood guesthouse.

I wait for the sun to rise but it is already noon.