I’d never seen a man die before. Not before this. I would’ve looked away had I known what was coming, that he was jumping for…
David stared at the long black stain. He had tried everything he could to clean it from the otherwise pristine white shirt, but nothing had…
I. Aves When the little boy double crossed the shetani¸ Great Heron assumed her true spirit form and cursed him, placing her hands upon the…
I suppose I am a Formalist
With my adherence to scheme and rhyme
Beyond the rain.
It’s a rainy night I’m going to a concert at the arena the roof is leaking but the music patches it up.
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