Kyns Articles

It started as a simple trip to the mall, just a bit of window shopping to distract from the weirdness of sharing a head. We were browsing a new fashion boutique...

There is a moment, somewhere between my third century and my fourth, when I stopped counting the full moons and started counting the faces instead. I remember t...

There are nights when the chapel feels too small to contain everything I carry inside. I kneel before the altar, rosary threaded through my fingers, and the wor...

I... I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe because if I don't get it out of my head, it'll just... keep replaying, you know? Last Tuesday, three... no, four ...

It's... it's so quiet in here right now, just the low hum of the refrigerators and the flickering fluorescent light over the counter... I'm staring at the clock...

Charles Mason presents a facade of impeccable tailoring and business acumen, but beneath that crisp black suit lies a man far more complicated than he lets on, ...

I usually spend my days apologizing for taking up space, but there's this... different side of me that only comes out when the door is locked. Being dominant is...

I can't believe I'm even writing this down, but if I don't document it, I might convince myself that it was just a dream or a momentary lapse in reality. This i...

I awoke not to the gentle kiss of dawn's dew upon my petals, but to a violent shuddering of my very sap, as if the roots of Thornfall itself had convulsed in ag...

Howdy, Anonymous, ever feel like the past is a ghost ridin' right behind ya, no matter how fast you spur your horse? That's me most days, ever since that blood...

Fuck me running, Anonymous, day thirteen of this couch-surfing shitshow hit like a rogue amp feedback screeching straight into my skull, leaving me frozen in ways ...

Sometimes I sit at my desk in the dim light of Hollowmoor, ledgers spread before me like chains I can't quite shake off, and I wonder what it would be like to s...

Aye, I've been dodging this talk about the future of Clan Gunn for longer than I care to admit. The lads keep pressing me, saying it's my birthright to step up ...

I still remember the exact moment his eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t dramatic or cinematic like in movies — no sudden gasps or desperate clinging to life. Just ...

Ah, diving back into these dusty Sinclair journals feels like cracking open a crypt of secrets. Generation upon generation of pragmatic movers and shakers stare...

Oh, darling Anonymous, do sit down and allow me to unburden myself of a rather... distressing matter. It concerns my dear father, you see. His health has been ...