Imaginist: IMAGINIST, #1

By Cathalson

A murderer tells a dark tale of love. A young boy paints the faces of the dead. The tales of Hercules are proclaimed. Wonderland is revealed to be darker than we thought. These are just a few of the strange and wonderful tales of fantasy collected here. Lyrical, witty, and deeply insightful, "IMAGINST" is Cathalson's much-anticipated opus of microfiction. In these beautiful, sometimes dark, and wholly original tales. A reader is utterly transported into Cathalson's imagination. This work collects both new, and previously published works. Cathalson, proves without a doubt that he is a master storyteller with a vivid imagination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathal Entertainment
• Release date: Oct 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215467114

Book preview

Before You Imagine

Through shadow and light, curiosity amid a bit of fright, accept as true this prose. See myth and legend, exist in a wondrous land. Envisioned without end, by a simple writer’s hand.

A mind fills empty paper, such a wondrous caper. Accept as true this prose. If you just believe, trust in your mind's eye. These words shall conceive, a fantasy alive. Dragons shall take flight, in dark caverns torches light. Accept as true this prose. Before you imagine, forget all you know, let the journey begin, and away now you go.

Succubus

Their laughter is full of disaster. Leathery wings beat, as light does retreat. Their skin alabaster, cold as winter, a devilish treat without heartbeat. Fangs, fury, and horrid yet lustful squeals. In unholy glory, the dark reveals.

Succubus, Succubus, painful and passionate. They are beauty’s one regret. Cursed, cherished, and love perished. Tonight, I die in their den of lies. No chance to fly, none will hear my cries.

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water. Their feast would be the best, upon their unexpected guest, the foolish farmer’s daughter.

Jack heated up the pot, Jill threw in chilies not too hot. They dropped into their stew, broken bones, and tender sinew. They saved the rest for later, wrapped

in vinegar and brown paper.

Boo Boo Dark Demon

Boo, boo, dark demon , have you any spells? Y es master, three tomes full. One for the master, another for the devil, and one for the little witch, who lives down the lane.

Moonshift

Into the darkness I walked, not sure where I had been. I was lost among the evergreens. The moon was on high, in a darkened sky. A curse deep in my veins. The tear of flesh, and pale lace dress. A shape unforeseen, hunger risen upon. A desire for innocence strong. Madness took me in. I ran free. I was not me. Lupine and hungry.

Fields of Blood

Honor and solace, during war. There I was draped in bloodied gore. I saw the glint of steel, while the wind was perfumed with death. I heard the screams all about.

For King! - For Land! - Rise to battle! - Rage for more! There upon ancient land. Death welcomed us all.

Hunter

Ablade of silver, a blessed crucifix, all for when 

I am in a fix. A trail of terror left villager’s faces pale. I