The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 79

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 79: Reality is nourishment. Aemon closes his palm; my body levitates and my elbow snaps into place. “There we go,” he says. “Now, as you know, I’m confined wi—” “I don’t care. Save your speech. Get to the point,” I … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 79

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 78

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 78: I am who am. “_ __ .” Aemon responds. He continues speaking, but he’s too powerful for me to hear anything except thunder. The darkness rumbles violently.  “I- I -C-c-an’t-t underst-st-stand you!” I tense up to keep my body … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 78

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 77

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 77: En casa ajena tambien? Aye no! Kanti warps when I cross through the roof and glide into the bathroom.  The door opens as I revert to a physical being.  “Wait!” I scream. “Jesus, Emery! Do you always go with … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 77

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 76

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 76: Amortization? Now? We read the fine print years ago. “If that’s true…” she says. I can hear her smile and feel her disbelief. “Then why’d you kiss me? You don’t have to lie to me, Emery. If you’re not … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 76

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 75

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 75: Business and pleasure. The door opens and Someone’s parents stand at the door. A little underdressed for being at Eliza’s Christmas party; the mother’s wearing a white dress, black pantyhose and white high heels. Her black hair curls just … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 75

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 74

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 74: Somewhere between Chaos and humanity, I heard her song. “Hi.” She extends her hand, “Saria. You must be Emery, Eliza’s boy.” Saria smiles. “My parents and your mom—I mean your aunt—go way, way back. Believe it or not,” Saria … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 74

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Silence sneaks in like a cat in the night. It taps over the concrete, swiping at corners and shiny objects. The black cat of darkness is a silent soliloquy of sadness. When it speaks the veil of the world exhales its wisdom. Lost on our ears, we suppress the knowledge of the ancients through unnecessary … Continue reading Headlines

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 73

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 73: The legend of Link? That’s really all it ever was. Kanti materializes and looks down at me. “An unwanted guest is present; she seems weak, but I can sense she is concealing her energy. She is using a corpse … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 73

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Silence sneaks in like a cat in the night. It taps over the concrete, swiping at corners and shiny objects. The black cat of darkness is a silent soliloquy of sadness. When it speaks the veil of the world exhales its wisdom. Lost on our ears, we suppress the knowledge of the ancients through unnecessary … Continue reading Headlines

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 72

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 72: The exiled king. The gaming system, the controllers and all the cables levitate in front of me. “Thanks. I really appreciate it. You have no idea how bad life would be if this broke.” “I can imagine. I’m a … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 72

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 71

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 71: Metaphors for multigenerational systematic abuse perpetuated by irresponsible modern content for the pursuit of profit and self-imposed, but unrecognized mental acquiescence. In short, read between the lines because F’ed is “u” if you don’t see(k) Knowledge through the non-conventional … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 71

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 70

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 70: One of these days! I warp to Eliza’s house. Kanti and I sit on the roof.  It’s a pretty nice afternoon, the sun isn’t melting the piles of snow, but it could be worse. I could be cold. This … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 70

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 69

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 69: I thought the same thing. “Did he—” “Monad was not completely present cognitively… but, how could one truly know?” “You read minds!” I yell out, holding my hands up and curling fingers dramatically. “Of beings who exist… That ability … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 69

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 68

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 68: Kanti’s never-ending story. “Eventually, a millennium and a half after, Monad materialized back in this reality. Enlil and I, along with the cloak bearers, had managed to steer mankind back into a golden age, of sorts. When we found … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 68

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 67

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 67: Who’s to say what really happened? From the outskirts of a small village, Th’Rut points at a man resembling Monad: he’s bronze, long brown coarse hair and brown beard. He resonates at an extremely high level. “He is called … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 67

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 66

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 66: It all matters. “You see, a cloak bearer’s negativity and positivity resonate much stronger than that of a normal human, so to a Nothing, regret, sorrow, paranoia, hatred, self-pity, self-consciousness, anger, mistrust, disdain, fear, and unhappiness from a cloak … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 66

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 65

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 65: Lullabies of the lost. “What do you mean? He seems pretty composed,” I say, seeing Monad calmly evading black-eyed corpses possessed by Th’Rut. Red light traces his hand; he devours dozens of men, women and children in seconds. Monad’s … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 65

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 64

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 64: Time. I sit up and catch a glimpse of my room before more images appear in my mind. Enlil, in all her divine beauty, walks alongside me—Kanti—speaking to various men and women at different times in history: Neanderthals, Cro-Magnons, … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 64

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 63

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 63: The same cloak. “Monad,” Kanti begins, as he flashes images into my mind. “Separated from that very cloak. He killed my soulmate: Enlil.” A beautiful, pale blue woman in an extravagant white dress pops into my mind. The seams … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 63

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 62

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 62: Batman.  “Conyo, Emery,” Eliza sighs. I run over to help with the bags, but she shrugs me away. “What? What’d I do?” Eliza exhales and rubs her forehead after putting her bags down. “Really?” She sighs again. “If you … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 62

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 61

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 61: The Metaphysics of Morals. I picture my room at Eliza’s house and kick my shoes off when I’m standing under the  windows in the ceiling. I slide out of my pants and pull my shirt off, giving my armpits … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 61

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 60

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 60: Darunia’s melancholy. The snow, metahuman charges at me.  “It does not possess the ability to speak or think. It is energy I am controlling. In relation to Mymud, this creature pales in comparison. It cannot manipulate its own energy; … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 60

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 59

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 59: The song of four seasons. Kanti tilts his head. “You’re capable of that now, even with my crystalized energy. It should be fairly obvious that the cloak-bearer has a universal area of responsibility.”  “Cool! Whe—” “—For now, your purpose … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 59

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 58

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 58: The lutenist of limbo. “Well… since we’re on the subject…” I say, piling all the dishes in the sink. The Nothing… eating alien souls…” I strain scrubbing the waffle maker. “…Sounds like a bunch of crap, Kanti. Humans in … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 58

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 57

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 57: What goes around isn’t exactly what comes around. “There are Nothing who have eluded your predecessors, their predecessors, and even myself. There is no conceivable way to measure the rate at which the Nothing cross the rift, or how, … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 57

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 56

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 56: Don’t tell me twice. “Really?” Eliza asks when I hand her my plate.  I smile. “Well, I’m a guest!” “So, as a guest in my house, you do your laundry in my machines, you sleep in one of my … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 56

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 55

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 55: That’s a real romp n’ stomp.  A cemetery. Arsen points at a hole in the ground. His lips are moving, but he isn’t saying anything. His arm keeps going down to his side, rewinding and replaying.  “Bro—I can’t hear … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 55

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 54

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 53: Circumstantial. “Nothing, or not, drugs are a choice. It isn’t anyone’s fault, but the abuser’s if their lives end up that way. I don’t feel bad for these people,” I rant aloud, flying up until I see the sun … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 54

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 53

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 53: Circumstantial. “Nothing, or not, drugs are a choice. It isn’t anyone’s fault, but the abuser’s if their lives end up that way. I don’t feel bad for these people,” I rant aloud, flying up until I see the sun … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 53

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 52

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 52: A Chris-head?  A sick-looking, corpse-like man in a tank top and sweat pants shuffles into the room. He sniffles erratically. “Chris came through wit’ tha’ gewds!” His raspy voice makes me cringe: it’s dry and phlegmy, like an old … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 52

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 51

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 51: Who vets inner city cops? (  o_o)  “I don’t feel the presence here. It’s nearby… but, I don’t… I was so sure…” I try to ignore the thumping coming from upstairs, but I can’t drown it out.  Officer Dobbin’s … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 51

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 50

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 50: Nine out of ten times, this is probably how it would go down. Shit! I’m a physical being! I shake Asia by her shoulders. “Are you okay?!” I ask frantically, gagging in between. “Wheez! Gasp! Cough! Hugh—” Blood? A … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 50

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 49

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 49:  Aysia is the reason I don’t do meth. Rest in peace. “Fuuuuck!” Aysia, the girl from the photos, screams, stomping around with a bloody knife in her right hand. There’s a puddle of vomit on the floor next to … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 49

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 48

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 48:  The escape clause.  “There,” I say, pointing to the horizon. A wave of negative energy washes over me. I keep calm, preventing a knot of anxiety from building in my stomach.  We soar like fish riding a current. I … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 48

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 47

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 47: Death died dead from dying… Wow…  “That really hurt…” I groan.  “You fell from beyond the clouds, young Emery. Your physical body will take on the injuries of your ethereal form. You will feel physical pain. I advise you to remain calm. … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 47

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 46

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 46: You look like your father.  “You resemble a boogieman to many metaphysical entities, especially those who worship Aemon,” Th’Rut says. He stands up and paces through the furniture, lost in thought. “You caused a big commotion in The Void.”  I glance at … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 46

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 45

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 45: It’s Truth. Nice to meet you.  “Whoa!” The Nothing yells. He sticks his palm forward, suspending me a few inches from the futon. “What’s with the hostility?” The Nothing asks. He reminds of Nil; he’s about average height, maybe a little taller. … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 45

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 44

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 44: Blue beads? Like in the Prologue? Don’t be ridiculous. I toss myself onto the futon after getting dressed. “Believe it or not, showering feels better when you can’t feel extreme heat or extreme cold. The water’s always how I want to be.” … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 44

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 43

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 43: Don’t wiz on the electric fence, please.  Damn, it’s already 10:45 p.m. Honestly, today’s just been flying by. “I’m going to tell Eliza I’m going to bed, so if we leave she doesn’t come around looking for me.” Kanti nods, stretching like … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 43

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 42

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 42: Weakness in its purest form is really just a lie. Primarily, the ones we tell ourselves. “Kanti, how much negative energy exists in nature?” I ask after warping to Eliza’s roof. Silhouettes roll in front of the full moon. “Does eating meat … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 42

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 41

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 41: Only the oppressed understand a word as heavy as freedom. My watch flashes: WED. DEC. 23 8:31:08 p.m. I warp to Eliza’s roof and scan the neighborhood for Kanti’s presence. “I can go anywhere I can see—” “Provided you have the capacity … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 41

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 40

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 40: It’s a really contrived plot enhancer. The author calls it telepathy.  I don’t know why he added the stipulation of warping from my room. A better question is when did Eliza’s guest get here? I can feel their presence in her room. … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 40

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 39

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 39: Nothing in this world is free. If it is, you’re the sucker in the room. “Kanti, so what happened before? I became a ghost, or astral projected, right?” “A ghost, Young Emery, is a spirit unable, or unwilling, to accept death, with … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 39

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 38

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 38: What’s bad about immortality? You’re confused, just pull the trigger. “Kanti, will Raunch go to Olciaum Sorti Vivus?” I can’t believe I almost ate him. For being alive, or dead, I guess, it felt like Raunch was incapable of evil. It would’ve … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 38

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 37

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 37: Soiled knickers and tearful goodbyes. I won’t forget you, Raunch. “Meh. Dun’ think it wusso bad? O’I ‘ad to wear mushy kickers fa’ tew days on the boat, Kan’ee. Toilet paypah is the ultimate invention.” Raunch’s face is cheerful, and focused on … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 37

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 36

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 36: An overwhelming presence, what a man. No? Too soon? A knot swells in my esophagus as I remember Etriyenne’s words: “There is no recovering from devouring human souls.”  I really messed up… Stupid… Stupid… Stupid… I stumble toward the steps adjusting to … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 36

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 35

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 35: Wrong on so many levels.  “Think me mom’ll be ‘appy to see me?” “Yes.” “Of course,” Kanti inserts. Why is he looking at me like that? “Young Emery?” Kanti asks, concerned. “Yes, Kanti?” “Are you certain you can proceed?” “Yeah. I’m just … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 35

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 34

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 34: Me name’s, Raunch. This is me dog, Scruff. This is pretty straight forward. I overpower its grip and place my hand over its forehead. “Be gone!”  The kid stares awkwardly. “Evil spirit, I banish you to whence you cameth from!” Gah, what … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 34