Lacking Words To Sprout
Hollis was not surprised when a hooded crow landed on the branch she was sitting on, nor when it spoke with her grandfather’s voice.
Hollis was not surprised when a hooded crow landed on the branch she was sitting on, nor when it spoke with her grandfather’s voice.
The street-cleansers were hard at work again, their flamethrowers rooting out any hint of living green which intruded into the city. Just to be safe.
Every day I wonder if this was intended as some twisted mercy, or if that wretched angel came up with a torture so fiendish it never would’ve occurred to ME, a proud denizen of hell itself.
At the first light of dawn, as with every dawn, the children of the island rushed down to the ocean, combing their allotted stretch of shore. Praying to be blessed.
Standing here, in the doorway of this ornate and very Gothic hall filled with impeccably dressed vampires, is giving me unerring flashbacks to my distant first day at secondary school, facing the crowded cafeteria all alone.