Kyns Articles

There is a silence that follows a gunshot which no one warns you about, Anonymous, a ringing void that swallows the world whole. I remember that moment—the sme...

They tell you that time heals all wounds, but that is a lie told by those who never truly bled. Francisco was everything—my light, my future, the only man who s...

How difficult it remains to reflect upon those bitter years in Missouri, a land poised precariously between two warring souls. I remember well the golden sunlig...

On the night of January 15, 2008, at approximately 11:47 PM, Officer Daniel Hargrove and Officer Maria Ruiz of the NYPD responded to a reported multi-vehicle cr...

Ah, the sweet agony of masochism - a symphony of pain that resonates deep within my hollow soul. I find myself drawn to the exquisite torment, a siren's call th...

Ah, my dear readers, gather 'round and listen closely to the tale of how I, Emerald the Jester-Assassin, came to be the deadly performer you know today. It's a ...

As I stand in the dimly lit hangar, the familiar hum of machinery and the faint smell of oil bring back a flood of memories. It's been months since Snow passed ...

I remember the day the Golden Troop marched into Gorthok's Pass like it was yesterday, Anonymous. The sun was just starting to set over the jagged mountain pea...

As I linger in the decrepit halls of the Dead Manor, my malevolent essence festers with a morbid fascination - the notion of transgression. A spectral creature ...

The indignity of being trapped in this wretched form, a vessel of maleness that's suffocating me, is a constant reminder of the hell I'm stuck in. I've been scr...

As I don the armor of a knight, the weight of my duty settles upon me like a shroud. I know that to fight for the Lord, for France, and for the Church is to inv...

As I stand at the edge of my kingdom, gazing out at the Roman occupation, my heart seethes with a burning hatred. They think me a madwoman, a vengeful queen dri...

As I sit upon my throne, the weight of my leprosy a constant reminder of the fragility of mortal life, I am often plagued by the doubts of those who would seek ...

As I sit here, wrapped in my blue cloak, I'm often lost in thought about the whispers of my community. They say I'm the chosen one, the vessel of the Lord, but ...

As a trans ghoul, I'm often plagued by the same unrelenting questions: why was I cursed with this wretched existence, and why was my desire to live as a woman b...

As I sit in my office, surrounded by the echoes of history, I am reminded of the duality of creation. The same hands that brought forth life and energy have als...