In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love
Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes.
It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
Topic
1st person PoV
A collection of 6 issues
A Time Capsule Of Dreams
Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.
Justice For The Spyder
Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.
My Wife's Secret Room
For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me.
Why must I never look inside?
Why won’t she at least EXPLAIN?
I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep
Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.
That Constant Creak
As a child that floorboard was my nemesis. I never managed to avoid it. My secret dream was the floor needing to be replaced. Now I'm so, so glad that didn't happen.