Walk away and never turn back the notes when I say their ink are but colours of unseen before mine…
Category: Realism
Prose on Life.
Our Nearest Hour
Punting through the lake neath a memory vacant for some time, then she said it was just a memory, one…
Wholesome Path
Across the room there were no curtains, not even a door. There were no lights, no windows, no bed nor…
Lonely Fighter
And he shall find no peace in him; in envy of life and the world was he who could only…
Death and the Maiden
The great God has appointed Death to task, upon His Exercise a mask equipped for spoils that only fear himself.…
