The sun was setting over the foothills. The orange light had lost its vibrancy, as the grass faded to grey. The day had blown its final kiss of farewell. A blanket of thick black was cast over the world. The night that would never end had begun. The animals were silent, asleep or afraid. TheContinue reading “The Bane of Necromancy”
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Purity
I was her prisoner now, primed for torture. My punishment was her gaze. Her beauty was the first thing I saw. The only thing I saw. Her eyes captivated me, threatening to never release me. Irises blue and as fatal as the ocean, promising to hold me under her sea and drown me. She wasContinue reading “Purity”
A Good Day
Wordsworth was having a good day. It was probably the finest day he’d ever experienced. Really, quite excellent. Well, as far as could be said for days spent in Tameside. Wordy cursed the day he’d agreed to move to this small town, inhabited by small minds. Mossley, what a joke. Full of miserable faces andContinue reading “A Good Day”
Thin Glass
“Once, I believed myself to be the master, but now I know the truth.” – a poor, helpless soul The mirror was my harlot, my whore, my plaything to tease in the dark and fondle with my eyes. The reflection looked like me, it even moved like me, but we were not the same. TheContinue reading “Thin Glass”
Davey Cobb 