Kyle Cejka
Bio
Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
Stories (38/0)
Why Cybil Believes in Faeries
Despite being a very precocious little girl full of Magick and having wonderful parents who had taught her that the things she saw and the things she could do were as natural as rain in the summertime, Cybil Kae had one major regret: despite all the Magick in her life, she had never once caught so much as a glimpse of a Faerie. She believed in them with all her heart, and wanted very much to see one, but here she was almost eight and a half years old and still hadn't seen one.
By Kyle Cejka3 days ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Was Born in February
It was very late at night and Cybil couldn't sleep. Her mind was running around inside her head with all kinds of thoughts, thoughts about everything. This wasn't unusual; her mother said that Cybil took after her father. He almost never slept because he was always thinking about everything, too, and was always busy doing something interesting.
By Kyle Cejka3 days ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Doesn't Slam Doors
"Cecil-James, you are such a little jerk!" Cybil shouted as she ran to her room. She slammed the door behind her with all the strength an angry eight year old girl could muster. Her bedroom echoed with the satisfying clap of a thunder that always accompanies a well-slammed door.
By Kyle Cejka12 days ago in Fiction
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka13 days ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Makes Her Bed
Once upon a time, there was a lovely, precocious young girl named Cybil. Cybil was very special: she was Magickal! She sometimes saw things that other people couldn't; or she knew something would happen before it did; and sometimes she knew things that no ordinary eight year old could know.
By Kyle Cejkaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Ballad of the Champion
This is an old story. It has been told many times before and you know how it goes. The Champion stands in glory, a radiant example of all that is good and righteous in the world. Against the minions of darkness he stands stalwart, the black tides breaking upon his shield like waves against the cliff. With righteous conviction he cuts down evil men, monsters, and demons alike. He does it not for glory, nor for riches, nor for fame; but because it must be done, because those with the power to act are obliged to act. He answers the call faithfully, donning the mantle of protector as a sacred duty because it must be done and he is the one who must do it.
By Kyle Cejka3 months ago in Fiction
The Dark Tribe
The oppression of a mile's worth of rock was an inescapable weight in Bradley Montague's mind as he belly-crawled through the narrow tunnel–though calling it a tunnel was overly generous. It was more a crack, really; barely large enough to wriggle through. If the rock decided to shift even the slightest bit, he would be crushed in the cold, dark womb of the earth until his fossilized remains were discovered by some future paleontologist.
By Kyle Cejka4 months ago in Fiction
The Hand. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
The first moments of the hand's awareness were pain. First, something hot and bright sliced into its wrist, like a suicide attempt in earnest. The pain deepened as the twin bones beneath the wrist joint were shorn through, punctuated by crunches the hand felt to the tips of its fingers.
By Kyle Cejka5 months ago in Fiction
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