The Cloak of Nothing: Emery and the Exiled King

by Mark Figueroa | Art by Salem L. Yaeger

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 85

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 84: More weather terminology. “…There was once a planet in the celestial doldrums,” Kanti replies. “The population resembled spiders.  They communicated in shrieks and hisses. Every home was made from large, thick spider webs; there were towers made of webs … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 85

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 84

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 84: More weather terminology. “…There was once a planet in the celestial doldrums,” Kanti replies. “The population resembled spiders.  They communicated in shrieks and hisses. Every home was made from large, thick spider webs; there were towers made of webs … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 84

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 81

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 81: Time heals a little, but not most wounds, unless you’re an idiot. “I’d be a terrible parent.” “Whatever. I know.” She laughs. “You,” Eliza inhales and shoos me back with a wave. “Further,” she says, holding her breath. “Good,” … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 81

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 80

by Mark Figueroa aka Anthony Abyss | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 80: Horacio. Aemon waves a finger, simultaneously flicking his wrist and sets me down.  “The Keepers?” I ask seeing the silhouettes of my limbs. “I swear, Emery, Lead lined brain. Yes, the Keepers. The Keepers preside over an infinite wasteland … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 80

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: Emery and the Exiled King

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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 23

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 23: Put your money in this basket, heathen. Therein lies salvation. “Sha-eek Ta eel?” “Yes. Your pronunciation is impeccable.” Ecstatic, Achron shakes his massive fists. “We can speak to you in our tongue if you prefer, young cloak bearer?” Achron asks politely. “Ha! … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 23

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 21

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 21: Love in the Abyss. “These four pillars of light converge with The Divine Source,” Kanti says. We finally reach the fringes of the red surface. “Olacium Sorti Mordis—Ah, Etriyenne,” Achron’s human face shouts endearingly. Its eyes light up. Etriyenne, an Amazonian woman … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 21

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 13

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 13: Chaos control. It feels like warmth hugging my body. I glance at Aiven, then tug at the cloak’s sleeve. “It fits perfectly!” I respond. “Bro, I feel like Jes—” “No, you don’t,” Aiven interrupts solemnly. “Don’t, Em. Really, just don’t go there.” … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 13

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 10

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 10: We Aren’t That Different, Are We?  My chest trembles. Aemon’s incomprehensible words send my body into a seizure. A single wave of red light illuminates the darkness with a bloody tint. Shadow mannequins, grotesque monsters, behemoths and giants surround me: some are … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 10

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 9

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 9: Election Day for the sane. SLAM! “Hel—” WHAM! “Wraaaaaaaurrrgh!” “Oh god! Fuuu—” SLAM! My skull’s crumbling! “Graaaahr!” the demon roars. It thrashes about, slamming my head like a caveman cracking a rock. SLAM! It yanks my heads back up. THUD! It yanks … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 9

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 8

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 8: Darkness. “Aiven?” I ask. Why can’t I walk? “Aiven!” Thump! Thump! Thump! A huge silhouette stands under a flickering light. “Raagh!” It bellows. Its eyes burn through the darkness. “Aiven!” What do I do—What do I do! “Aiven!” “Relax,” Aiven says, emotionless. … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 8

Gazing into the abyss

Emery looks at his hands. He pauses. It can’t be undone. The stench of rust assaults his nostrils. Emery exhales. A breeze blows past, swaying grass and rustling branches. Emery flicks his wrist and conjures a small humanoid. The creature stumbles, then stands. Some hope. Maybe there’s a chance that things can still be fixed. … Continue reading Gazing into the abyss