Art

The act of making a mess.

Another Short Story

Have you ever wondered why shadows move so often? Or what causes nightmares? You may have a scientific explanation, but we all know science is just a bunch of people with meaningless words in a dead language trying to sound smart. Here’s the truth: they are the Cendarain. Literally shadows. Everyone has one. It takes more than one to devour a human, and they don’t eat your flesh--they feed on your soul. Slowly, slowly they feed, little by little. They inject fear and cold, creating nightmares. The times you’re cold for no reason or you get a random chill--part of your soul just vanished. When you hear your name get called and no one’s there--part of your soul is calling out for help. It’s kind of scary, really. And now that you know, there is no going back. This is it. They’re slowly going to go to you, one by one, until you have millions. At night they fuse together and take shape. You never wake up.