Wikizines are interactive magazines that anyone can create or edit - and this one is called "Eikasia". Here you can find fresh voices and respond in real time. Some members write articles about recent news and trends related to the wikizine's topic, others recount relevant personal stories or share their favorite pictures and video clips. Got an interesting idea or story to share with other members of this wikizine? Well, then put on your journalist's cap and add your own article! Read Full Story

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"I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies--and thus become silent."- ZarathustraNYX??____________________________Color invades my world and I feel myself collide with thoughts foreign to me. Something passes through. Weight--glorious, blessed weight pulls at my body. I know this feeling. It happens when the world shifts to truth. A mirrored gaze glints at me from the depths of my cerebral... Read Full Story

Elmiryn's hands still tingled with the feeling of her companion's throat in her hands, the pulse against her thumb, the light sheen of sweat that had made her palms cool when the air kissed it. Involuntarily, she imagined how the throat would hum under her hand if the girl could speak without impediment. Maybe it was indeed possible to catch sound by hand? To possess that voice and keep it as a pet, when the nights got cold and the hours long...it was such an enticing idea. Once it was in... Read Full Story

What a mess, what a hurricane, what a muddy pit of a mind.  She couldn't tell ass from elbow, and she tried so hard to.  What at one point seemed a nose, turned out to be a knee; and what at one point seemed a foot, turned out to be her mouth.  She got her name mixed up too, in a jumble of fonts that were and weren't there, which tumbled and swirled by image and sound in a black backdrop that seemed as infinite as her frustration.  Seeing and not seeing.  Feeling and ... Read Full Story

NYX____________________________The stillness was disturbed only by the brief sweep of melancholy wind that moved the ashen ground to shift.I was the defiler, there. The clumsy heathen whose ragged breath and befuddled feet made a mess of things. All around me was dead. I was a perversity whose future was mirrored in the gray stunted world. My trail was marked by the clouds of ash that came up into the air. These phantoms drifted a yard or two, before they blanketed the corpses of animals. Mi... Read Full Story

NYX____________________________I wanted to kill Sedwick.Bastard.The pain drove my fury.I ripped out his spear.This made my vision go white.I stopped for a moment. Caught my breath.Then Sedwick attacked Elmiryn.Everything in me bunched.I charged toward them....Was stopped.(Dull gaze.)By her.(Blank face.)There was no fear.(Not right.)Hardly recognition.Elle the Idiot stood in my way.I got close and snarled.She stayed her ground.Her stare...bothered me.But Sedwick was behind her.Smelled repuls... Read Full Story

Elmiryn cared about as much as anyone could care with their mind drifting in a primordial soup of half-formed ideas and dark static. Where was she? Who knew. What was she supposed to be doing? Who cared. She was wallowing in the tears of gods--wretched beings who screwed her over because of her penchant for drink and biting steel. No faces, no images, no damned misconception haunted the woman, even as she felt herself lift up out of the pools of sadness. Read Full Story

NYX____________________________She was laying quiet on her side.  I knew the fall from where she had sat must have hurt--should have--but I didn't know if she had any broken bones.  She just kept humming.  Elmiryn was smiling...and humming.When I looked down at her in that pool of shadow, I could hear her voice.  It was a swirl of surrealism, and perhaps to a human it would've been inaudible, but I could hear her.  Elmiryn's knees were curled to her chest, and she hu... Read Full Story