The ramshackle gate creeks open, lisping to the side with a rusty groan. You jump back, heart beating rapidly, sweat running down your spine like a ice cold finger. Soft voices glide through the open gateway, promising grand adventures undertoned with dark desires. Your companion turns to you, “Will you come with me?” He asks, grabbing your hand, allowing his plea to soften his sharp handsome face, “Please?”
How can you say no to him? He saved your life, he wants YOU to go with HIM.
Piercing, pleading blue.
Without making a conscious decision, you squeeze his hand and say,
“Lead the way.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler.
Photo Manipulation by Jasmin Junger
Insulted Witch Laura, temper flaring,
Sorely slighted on a path most daring.
The slighting Man she doomed to linger,
On this path, keeping his arms and fingers.
Laura forever waits for victims unknowing,
She’ll take only hands, hot blood flowing.
Slighters walking this way better beware,
This idyllic lane is now called Despair.
You must fear this path soaked in red,
Even deadly Ghosts have chosen to fled.
Hands reach out from Hell to grab,
Clawing fingers to scratch and stab.
Big hands, small hands, young and old,
Wrinkled and smooth, with stories untold.
Poem by Tiff the Traveler
“Subject 110, how do you feel today?” Asked the Alchemist.
Tisha slowly got to her feet, flexing and stretching like a cat after a long nap. Looking up at the scholarly looking old man, “Ah, Doc X is once again gracing me with his presence. If you must know, fantastic. But you can’t keep me in here forever and keep shoot me up with all kinds of weird chemicals! You do know Spider-Man is only a comic right? No mutation going on here.” She emphasized by pointing to her wrists.
The old man narrowed his eyes in annoyance, “I’m doing more for you than you could ever possible fathom. One more shot and then on to your first test. Afterward, I’ll let you sleep.” He unlocked her cell and walked in, carrying a large syringe filled with thick silver liquid, moving and swirling on its own. “Give me your right arm.”
Tisha belligerently sat on her cot, arms crossed. The orderly in the corner started cracking his knuckles and walked over to her. The girl grudgingly rolled up her sleeve, glaring at both the orderly and the doctor in equal contempt. The Alchemist plunged it into her arm, causing the girl to wince and then sigh euphorically as the chemical worked its way inside her. Then she fell onto her hands and knees, hacking and coughing, silver tinted saliva dripping and splattering on the cell floor.
“Aaah, my dear, you see? The treatments are working! Please report to the Training Room when you’re done…making a mess.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler
Art titled Silver Lining by Emyah