Wisps of sandalwood fill my nostrils.
Dan told me the smoke would unlock my chakras and balance my soul. I sat across from him. We hummed and chanted, inhaled and exhaled. Apparently I wasn’t loud enough.
I lick my fingers and press them hard against the ember, dousing his memory.
Koji A Dae is an American writer living in Bulgaria with her husband and two children.
The sage meditated on a pile of quicksand, his face tilted towards the sun. He had a dull smile on his face, exuding tranquility.
The quicksand consumed him, devouring him in its cold, gentle embrace.
“I am one with nature,” he said, right before his lips sank into the pit.
Billy Higgins is a 21-year-old louse with a penchant for madness. He’s neither a sage nor a pile of quicksand, but who knows what the future may hold?
Lying on my bed I observe my breath to escape the images in my head.
But no matter how much I meditate an image always appears. It’s seductive, dangerous.
I can’t help but to persuaded by it into submitting to my compulsion, cry, and again try to escape it all
Matt Neputin is a recovering psychotic and psychology student who uses his past illness as inspiration to write creepy stories and sometimes even whole books, one of which he gives away for free on his website.