“Walk faster,” says the man with a pointy helmet, pressing his cold steel-clad hand against my bare back and forcing me to carry on despite the many cuts and bruises covering my scrawny frame. I trudge my way along the dark corridor whilst trying not to stumble on my treacherous feet. On the wall dances … Continue reading Fallen
“Throw it,” says the burly man as he presses the baby chick into my hand. It lay then in my open palm — newly hatched, innocent, and confused. I furrow my brows as I turn to search the man’s face. He smirks at me through a bush of unkempt beard. “Yes, yes, go on then. … Continue reading Life For A Life
He's just standing there, watching the end, but powerless to do anything about it... because what can you do when nature herself wants you dead? The corrupted moon floats above the man in an ocean of darkness, red blood oozing out through the slit, coalescing as it hits the ground and giving rise to demons … Continue reading Watcher Of The End
Their happiness is everything to me, even though it may be built upon a castle of lies and deceit. My daughter and wife are probably looking for me at this very moment, confused as to why I suddenly ran away, afraid even… But I cannot tell them, for that would be the end of our … Continue reading Addicted To Being Human
Holy hell, I cannot believe what I am seeing. Spreading out before me is a scene that should not be real, a display of carnage of such foulness, of such absurdity that not even in the worst of nightmares I could have imagined it be true. One step forwards and I notice blood on my … Continue reading The Last Step
The door opens, followed by the banishment of shadows and the invitation of light. I scream and put my hands over the cause of agony, pressing them hard against my face in an attempt of hindering the blinding radiance from reaching through the cracks of my fingers. It feels as if I were comfortably asleep … Continue reading It Hurts Like Hell To Escape From Hell
I confess at last my mistress, I confess that I am indeed scared of the dark. My display of confidence and gallantry were naught but lies in the end, oh and how ironic. But please, let me clarify that it is not the darkness in and of itself that I fear, but rather its inherent … Continue reading I Am Scared Of The Dark
The old proverb: “With age comes wisdom”, appears to have some truth to it, at the very least to an old and brown leaf such as I. Never could I have imagined there being such a vast world out there, beyond the place of my birth, and away from my mother-tree. I was once green and … Continue reading The Leaf’s Journey
Benjamin Bratz 