Mimiko-Flamemaker

Do you ever see things others don’t? Do you see pictures in the clouds? Patterns in the cracks in the pavement? I did and it took me a while to see it as anything but my imagination. From a young age, you are taught to create things, to draw, to paint, to make a mess. Kids love it they have fun and they can express themselves in the little things they create. Then it stops, you get told English, maths and science are all you need. The creativity gets almost shunned, the simple doodles at the edge of your workbook get complained at. If it’s not essential to ‘adult’ life it get pretty much ignored but what if they are w

There is nothing more rancid than a bone-dry mouth, parched of water with a sunbaked tongue. It is a thing that bears a man bare; his pride, his connection to the beast of self-worth, with its all-encompassing hunger to prove that he is better than the circumstance, is stripped of its teeth and left to fend for itself in the sweating, oppressive drowning of biological needs. Thirst is a thing that cannot be ignored, not even by a Shinigami. The 'Puppeteer' buried the tip of his index finger in the sand, carving a swirling canyon into the orange dune beneath him. He could feel the sweltering grains shuffle beneath his nail. They separated