The Man of Smoke - Part 5 (Phone Lines and Smoke Signals)

The creature is done toying with it's prey, and it is moving in for the kill. Can David escape from certain death again?

The bailiff of Scraefield Manor

This wind won’t let us be. Knowing the debt Our flesh owes, it’s come to collect. Batters The door. Hungry for bounty. Headbutting walls While we bury the bed. Lie above it as nothing
Gold cherry

Ogre

You kept us in check alright. Hugged us With a thuggery unrivalled on our street. You'd bruise with your bellow, lurching through bedrooms; Knuckling at dusters; Rubbing spit upon faces;
Cherry

Loch Lomond

a very special birthday party

From the heart

Dear Society,

Frigid Blessings

For all to fall, one last lonely moon light call, Come here my dear and make me feel small, I am but a brick in the wall. Stall as you cross the green summit,
Gold cherry

Technology Has Its Uses

Death-tech anarchists rule the roost.

"unseparated"

for Sahib

Pretty Flamingo

‘Crimson dress that clings so tight...'

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