Poetry, prose and fragmented thoughts from a dysopian world
Our ghost: awake …
November 15, 2010
The horror of what he had been doing stopped Tom in his tracks. He stared out into the blackness of the winter twilight, then back to the cellphone in his
The Fall of Hadryn, Son of Imrik … (extract)
October 20, 2010
The wind tore at Imrik’s cloak as the dragon Minathar soared above the Asbach Plains. Below him, the rolling grasslands were a patchwork of green. To his
October 19, 2010
Crash! The sound of a saucepan hitting quarry tiles echoes through the early morning. I start. Outside the conservatory I see that night is ebbing slowly away.
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