Future Price Change

Just wanted to pop in and say that, at the end of the year, Feathertouch Impact will go up to $10-12. I'm still going back and forth between the two prices, but I'll be sure to update you properly before the price change goes into effect. Though, I'm not sure when I'll release full novels under this account, I want to make sure that prices stay consistent across the board as I start to release more and more novellas, novelettes, and (possibly) short stories.

With this price increase, I'll also be sure to keep an eye on community events and add myself into discounted bundles to contribute to good causes. I'm looking forward to these changes and a more comfortable foundation for the pricing of my works.

Metanoia

▶ The following story contains mutilation, gore, body horror, and existential horror. ◀

     “And it is for these crimes against the Karakee Vale—”

     “No, please!”

     “—that your punishment shall be swift, just, and immediate.”

     “No, no, no, please!” Hot tears poured down bruise, brown cheese. Amber eyes locked onto another aethereal being watching impassively nearby. “Eury, please, please tell them!”

But there was no heading their pleas. Damaris’ head was pushed down until the heavy bar of the stockade sealed over it. Their arms were cuffed at the elbow, and two strong figures stood behind their restrained body. Their hearts raced anxiously in their chest to the point where they began to feel nauseous from fear and anxiety. If that wasn’t enough, someone tall and imposing with a divine veil covering their face slowly walked in front of Damaris.

Their eyes widened as they stared at the red hot, twin blades of the cutting implement she held in her hands. Because of how close she was, they could feel the heat radiating off the tool. They tried to fight their restraints. Their chains rattled noisily, and the stockage didn’t budge. Damaris was only hurting themself, and the beryllium embedded into the wood only further sapped their strength.

The Keeper watched their struggle with pitying eyes. Damaris fought until they could hardly move. Their bare feet pushed against the polished black stone, and as they slowly lose their will, they began to sob again. The Keeper drew closer; he gently nudged the other being out of the way before he knelt before Damaris, who shakily met his eyes once more.

     “Please.... It was Eury. Ask them; ask them. Please, I’m begging you—”

     The Keeper sighed, long and slow, and then he shook his head. “Eury is our general, and they’re our strongest fighter. And as such her gravest mistakes still fall upon you.”

     Damaris’ eyes widened. “W-what?” They could hardly breathe the word; their throat felt tight.

How the Pomegranate Rots

 

▶ The following story contains gore and depictions of body horror. ◀

It wasn’t the first time a contract had come to a messy and convoluted end, but this was perhaps the first time it was so... frustrating. Tesham wiped the streak of blood dripping from their nose with a heavy hand. It smeared across their full lips and darkened the silver of their piercings. At this point, the shining opal in their ring was going to turn into garnet. They stomped towards a median and trudged through the short grass until they came face to face with an emergency exit door. Though it was cracked open, it was dark on the other side, and the narrow window that could peer into the stairwell was covered in layers of red.

As Tesham neared, they could hear the heavy crunches and wet chewing. They instinctively kicked at the grass as if to wipe away any sin before they finally shoved open the door. Where it had been dark before, the shadows were stark and unnatural now. Streetlights poured in from over Tesham’s shoulders, but that hadn’t been enough to permeate the writhing darkness in front of them. They stared into it as if trying to adjust their eyes after suddenly shutting off the light, but the obscurity was endless. It didn’t wish to be known.

What tore through their lack of visual understanding was the overwhelming smell of blood and gristle that covered who knew how much of the emergency exit. Tesham tilted their gaze down where they found the pool of red slowly spreading towards them. They sidestepped the hue and its damnation before kicking at the grass to wipe away any evidence they might have unwittingly stepped into.

     “Malachai.” The chewing stopped with a final, spine-tingling crunch. Tesham’s skin broke out in a wave of goosebumps, which they chiefly ignored. “We need to go. Is that the last one.”

     Tesham felt the world inhale around them. The entire structure of this stairwell bent towards the center of this impenetrable darkness and then flowed out with a heavy sigh as a disembodied voice wetly croaked, Yes.