I write stories and doodle.
While I learn how to write in markdown, visit Karl Zylinski’s website instead and learn about game development!
Masking
It was a steel mask. More than pleasing to the eye. Beautiful. Palatable. Enigmatic. People were drawn to her when she had it on. It wasnāt fancy, but it was well made. Years of training put into it. It was both her guard and weapon at the same time. It hid her true identity, it helped her become attractive, celebrated. She collected humans, all of whom liked her enough. It was hard to dislike her....
Tactile feelings
The grease just wouldnāt come off. Why does cleaning up have to be such a chore? My arms are aching from the forward and back motion, from the pressure Iām applying to the surface. Thereās not even a stain. It just feels, not clean. Perhaps Iāve really got to use the steel wool. But I hate how it sounds. I hate the way it feels. Just the thought of scrubbing with it gives me chills right down my spine....
Crackers or Chips?
Cronch, cronch. The fairies stomped on their cereal. āThere goes breakfast. We can no longer be champions.ā āBut weāve got to win. Those trolls have gloated over us long enough.ā Kel took a deep breath. A whiff of cinammon and a dash of pixie dust. Everything smells normal. Kel could always tell if something smelt off. She fluttered over to the next bowl, the big one at the end of the table....