Category: swearing (mild)

• 13/03/2022

  THE MERCY OF THE MIRTH FIELDS

  Cad sat at the foot of the table – an ebony obelisk on four askew miniature doppelgänger that could humbly accommodate a hearty baker’s dozen with ease – in solemn waiting for the guests to arrive. Servants would greet and attend to each in turn and relieve them of their excess outerwear before showing them…
• 27/02/2022

  WHO LIVES?

  WHO REALLY DOES? The light flitted, encapsulated in the small circle of the window, floor by floor, up and over my face – much like self-illuminating halos that appeared, in my eyes, to sap the pallor from my cheeks, bit by bit, and send it skyward, into the abyss, via the cap of my brain-pan.…