to whatever end

you taught me the courage of stars before you left how light carries on endlessly, even after death with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite

WIP: SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN excerpt––

Vilmme seemed to cook in the hot afternoon sun. Brem kept to the shade, darting from structure to structure to avoid the heat. Of course, he could handle the climbing temperatures just like everyone else who grew up near here, but it gave him a reason to keep cover without looking suspicious. He wasn’t known here, at least not in the way he was known in Harske. Brem liked that—the clean slate of a new town, the potential for work, the lift of the unease when he walked around the alleys at night. He didn’t feel like he was being watched here, like someone was following his every movement.

IN THE SUNKEN HILLS  — a project by c.g.p.

↪ inspired by i. + ii. 

genre — magical realism status — backburner project themes — bargains, esoteric folklore, trauma, inter-familial relationships, friendship, loss warnings — body horror; swearing; inter-generational trauma

SPRING SEES a bargain—it sees a girl with black hair and a scarred neck and it hears the words “i’ll do anything to get him back” on painted red lips. a bargain is made in the springtime—and the thing in the forest breathes back to life.

SUMMER SEES a gamble—it sees someone with a limp and a mouth full of rotten words approach the woods with a look in their eye that reminds the thing of a fire; the limping person says: “if i win, this is finished.” a gamble is made in the summertime—and the town falls further.

AUTUMN SEES a summoning—it sees a boy, no older than sixteen, approach the clearing with a knife in one hand and a token in the other. the boy says, “come to me—come be with me,” and the thing rejoices. a summoning is performed in the autumn—and the townsfolk begin to bleed.

WINTER SEES a sacrifice—it sees a man and his wife and their children stumble into the woods, beg for a reprieve. it sees the family—the broken, withering family—demand satisfaction. a sacrifice is made in the winter—and witterby hill dies.

a year without solace—a town without survival.

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