To a discarded plastic bag

Caught amongst branches, A rattling Prisoner of the wind

Life

Life is an escalation of memories one pain at a time

Sin

She is like a ghost, a bloated corpse of dead days, With her multitudes writing and grinding, as the Curses of their god rain on their heads. An orgy of ignorance, wrapped up in lies

Sir Trevaricus 3: There and Jack Daniels Again

I have never wished more than I could drink and drive. Trevor won’t stop singing songs in some sort of stupid language that sounds like he’s strangling himself.
Cherry

A Bit of a Domestic 4

Final part. Contains lots of swearing and a bit of violence.

Sun’s Red-Bright

Through the mist of distance morning’s stillness

Prologue - 2

continuation of the first part of the prologue in "Laimrota"

Redundancy 1/8

Even more than most of the fairies who worked in the Wish Warehouse, Polly was having a wonderful time!

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