the shadow stood hanging from the street lamp, he seemed to be leaning against it, but really from where the kittens were hiding in the shrub it looked like he was dragging the street lamp to its feet. was he panting, or was he choking? the silhouette was so demanding, so solid, so sure... marcus shuddered, and slung his dizziness from his ( Read more... )

what new friends will the day bring?
one in one thousand acquainted.

friends only, comment to be added.

variable. paint your door with the blood of your stillborn and see the spirits invade regardless. despite your best attempts, you really have no control over those you cannot touch ( Read more... )

frustration curdles the blood. heavy steps of a trembling man ward away the disgusted flattery of evil step-sisters. how is it he can be stepping so far out of line? the bucket from his hand he now wears on his head; the broom from his corner he now arms; the rags from his back now thrown at the children; the breadcrumbs long gone over his shoulder ( Read more... )

carpet drawn over me in mournful satisfaction. buried alongside the collapsed parasites, their dreary glass eyes following my gaze to the distant whisps of light, and now they're coming for us. patterned within the floor. hungover the edge of our seat, now slumped our faces into the gravel. bags packed awaiting a voyage long overdue, until we ( Read more... )