Le 15 octobre 1917
Black. The colour of deceit, of duplicity, of death; deep, enigmatic black relieved only by the pale oval of her expressionless face. There is no hate in her…
The Last Words
It had been nearly half an hour since they’d executed Joseph Gattsmouth. The auditorium had been emptied. The body had been removed. The very expensive, very…
GURNEY
*GURNEY* Anchor a day Beyond my say Carving a life Drenched in lye Eye’s puffed in truth Face turned up low Gulls fly over Heavy and high
Black Hood
Dang, my neck itches. I bobbed my head left and right, trying to scratch. It would be a lot easier if my hands weren’t tied behind my back. At least that…