This is not Middle Earth. This is not Ancient Greece or the emerald cliffs of Ireland. This is not Heaven or Halloweentown or even Ghostbusters’
Year: 2023
A foot takes a step, another foot falls in place. A foot becomes a leg becomes a body, and once again, there is a boy.
You try to hide your face behind those curly curtains of hair, caked with crusty ripples of blood, but you’re too clumsy; shrieking metal alligators
Black stitches of tree shrouded the sky, blanketing the forest in a meditative, balming darkness. All around, the air was cool and wet as Isol
Some people think the worst part of repeating the same day over and over is the monotony. The temporal confinement. The subtle ways you leave