Shackled

"The deadweight of a corpse serves as your death sentence..."

The Caged One

"Her cries begged for an acknowledgement, not a Savior. Someone to bear witness, to understand her circumstance. I am no Savior, but that little I can provide."

Doldrums

My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle but persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of stell gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →

Dreamcatcher

"If you've never been this tired before, then I can't explain it to you. I simply don't have the words anymore, but I don't think they existed in the first place. "

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