Tie me down, a tourniquet, The thumping beats thunderous. A flash of electricity strikes Paperbark kindling behind these eyes. Alignments and allegiances… I’ve been played the fool before. The green soldier betrayed me For but 30 pieces of silver. The… Read More ›
Day: January 7, 2019
She made no mention of recent events, and how he might be the force behind them.
“Stay,” she asked her, not meaning forever.
She reminded him of a place that he was almost sure he would never see again.