Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction, a place where the unexpected becomes the expected. Here you will discover the limits of the imagination, with a dash of darkness to spice things up. Break boundaries, explore the extreme, and journey to the other side. Here you will find angels, demons, monsters, and paradoxes in time that will challenge your senses. Walk through the gates of the unknown. Step out of the day and smile at the night. Don't worry, the night will smile back. It's been waiting for you your entire life...​​
A Mote of Dust

A mote of dust, are we.
Thinking, breathing, perspiring
As we take into ourselves
The essence of Apollo, while Athena,
Adorned in silver and gold
Beckons us to wisdom, and to discard
The iron grip of Ares, whose violent gaze
Leads us to ashes, and bitter tears.

A mote of dust, are we.
As there, on the horizon
Lie the waters of a vast ocean, where life circles
Thrice around the isle of Bacchus and Demeter,
On the shoals of Atlantean storms
A tempest before the throne of Poseidon,
The Trident is poised to crack
The mantle of Earth.

A mote of dust, are we.
For the god of the sea shall call to account
The motes of dust which collide,
Swirling in the maelstrom
With no purpose, and reasoned reasoning
As the child dost
Play carelessly with the cobra
And dreams the long sleep of eternity.

For a mote of dust, are we…