Shapes
By the light of the stone, he could see shapes at the edge of his vision. Shadows within shadows, hunched, meagre, and yet powerful in presence. Startled, he…
By the light of the stone, he could see shapes at the edge of his vision. Shadows within shadows, hunched, meagre, and yet powerful in presence. Startled, he…
Pain. He could feel pain, in his knees. He was sitting on them, he realized. For how long? He tried to move one hand -- it responded weakly, dragging over a…
Crystal crossed her arms in front of the mirror frustrated with what she saw. Beanpole tall with a long, narrow face--she looked like a damned shovel…
The old man’s hands are pallid blue, emaciated and tired. His walking stick in hand, he pierces ice and mud, blood and bone beneath his feet. He cries out to…
She jumped at the sound of the door, whirling around and wielding a strawberry corer. Her face went from furious to merely angry when she realized it was only…
Cal’s mother, Crystal, woke up around 12:30. She noticed Cal wasn’t home and his truck was gone. She sighed. Some days she wondered if she was doing right by…
“He has fallen, and he shall be recognized as anathema. None shall touch him, none shall know him, all his previous good works shall be tainted with his…
“Arthur, you’ve made an amazing discovery, and deserve recognition, but you can’t be serious.” “You don’t understand. This isn’t for me, this is for everybody…