Alastor Kommer
Bio
Author-in-training, history buff, attempting to make it out alive, and overall jack of all trades
Stories (3/0)
Carthinova
The grass was lush here. Those who reside on No Man’s Land knew not of what lie beneath the gaudy foliage. We were blanketed in the thick black of early morning, the Stars our only source of light. Pegasus was hanging low in view. The street lights off, our descent into the tunnels below was made easy. For the safety of the public, a curfew had been enacted between the hours of 9pm-7am. And yet, here we were.
By Alastor Kommer6 years ago in Futurism
Toxicity
You exhaled. Your face is sunburned and freckled. I watch as the wind whirls your blue hair around, hitting your face like microfine whips. You smile at me, ripping grass out of the earth and watching it fly away. We are family, more like sisters than my own flesh and blood. Laying on my chest feeling roaring heat resonate on our skin, I have never felt more alive than when our hearts beat to the same rhythm.
By Alastor Kommer6 years ago in Humans
Knowing the Signs
I wish someone would have seen the signs; I had bursts of anger, I self-harmed, I wet my bed until I was in second grade, and I never seemed to know my boundaries. When I was in elementary school, I was the sort of kid that everyone knew because I was always in someone's face, gleeful and bright. I was kind, intelligent, and played in the dirt until my hands and clothes were covered in muck. But when I transferred schools, I started to remember things that I had hidden in the back of my mind.
By Alastor Kommer6 years ago in Psyche