Punching Bag, Empty Chair.
Joshua grabbed the man by the throat, pinned him to the wall, and for the first time saw fear in his eyes. A teenager staring at his abuser’s panic, learning in that second that he had agency. That lesson burned in deeper than any school test.
🔥 When Anger Meets Anger:
On Hardening, Medusa, and the Alchemy of Energy
🏹 Don’t Look Back
Once loosed, an arrow knows only its flight.
The Chemistry of Control.
He’d been inside secure environments for almost ten of his 26 years. A locked unit, routines set in stone, his life paused while everything outside carried on.
The Beast of the Bogs
The shock was sharp but not surprising. Everyone knew something was coming, even if no one said it aloud. Horror, yes. But also inevitability. He’d been left to simmer until the boil spilled.
The Lion on the Line.
She set the revolver on a table, half in view.
“They don’t usually hang around once they’ve eaten,” she said at last.
“But we’ll have to go and get it. If it’s an old lion, it’ll be back for more, an easy meal it won't forget.” she said casually.
