A day in the life
So, I’m driving down the freeway, maybe seventy miles an hour, right? I’m all wrapped up in my head and thinking about all the shit I’ve got piled up, you
Dark Dive
I’m drowning, and that’s not a figure of speech.
Nightvoid: The Pig boy
Elwyn was slowly rotated in the air, legs kicking against the air as if he were still running. His rotation brought him to face Father, round bearded face bright red.
The Cog and the Crank
The winding of the crank was maddening at first. The way the machine ticked and whirred synced with his motion. Or perhaps he synced with its motion. It didn’t bother him any
Nightvoid: Sirkelandri of the Hills
As the receding waters reveal the shore, the whole world was revealed as Sirk found himself to be seated in a stone circle on the plains.