A letter

Hey Buttercup In the end it turns out that your heart is the one that is black, while mine, like a sponge, soaked up the inky hate you spewed at every turn. You could have had it all but you chose to chase paper dreams and false promises instead of accepting the love that sometimes... Continue Reading →


Floating On Ice

The following is the written account of J. Morris Rollins, sole survivor of the sinking of the MS Estrella, dated 8 Jun 1915. Being only a passenger and therefore not possessing any special knowledge of the events that led to the sinking of the cruise-liner Estrella I will confine my account to my own personal experience during my time... Continue Reading →

The Path

Far out over the highlands, and across the moors, where civilized men scarcely roam, and the ones who do return with wild tales of strange spirits and even stranger happenings, out in the far reaches of the wilderness where pagan deities still hold nature in their thrall, there is path. A lonesome, desolate path, once... Continue Reading →

The Hateful Clock

A question, if anyone may answer it for me. I am unable to ascertain any sort of truth on my own to stifle these thoughts which plague me. How long has it been? Can you hear me? I asked, how long has it been? Damn it all. No one hears me still. My tongue is... Continue Reading →

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