The Realm Fantastique

Prosaic Ramble for a Withering Heart


Hello, fellow traveller.

I go by many names online, but here, I'd like to be known as Malice.

For the past half-decade, I have searched in vain for a place to host my work. My writing often focuses on adult themes, with special attention given to the ever complicated topic of sexuality. To be completely honest, my relationship with my own sexuality could be described as tense at best. I believe this reflects strongly in the things I write. As a result, most websites these days are not a safe place for me to store my explorations into the written word.

My writing is for people who have done any of the following:

  • Written apologetic letters to a more sober version of yourself
  • Cried during sex
  • Woken up in the middle of the night filled with the fear of death
  • Screamed at the top of your lungs in the middle of the woods
  • Lost a tarot card after foolishly bringing your deck out into public
  • Wanted so desperately for someone to grip you by the shoulders and shake you back and forth and then rip out a great fistful of your hair as they bash you into the nearest wall
  • Tried and tried and tried again.
  • If you have not done any of these, my writing may not be for you. To remedy this, consider taking a trip to your nearest stream. If safe to do so, wade out as far as you are able. Let the water wash away your pride. Don't defend, and don't you dare forgive. Just erode. If you do this, you will understand.

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