The emptiness hammers another nail into my chest. My fingers dance of their own volition, weaving intricate patterns in the empty space between the...
the red dust drifts through the sleeping air the scales of light coil around my thoughts and drag hollow names from the slender ground water cased...
This might be the beginning of something. Could you please say if it makes you want to read more?
We’ve finished laughing at the room. We’ve examined the funny fake ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs that they’ve plastered everywhere.
It’s half past eight in the evening, but it’s still boiling hot. The temperature gauge says it’s 110, so the first thing we do is put the roof down.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, Goldilocks went for a walk in the woods, but no sooner had she got there than she realized she was wearing six inch heels.