The man without a name stands tall amidst pillars of stone, pondering times long forgotten. Reminiscing times when he was more than an empty husk. Looking back at what was, he sees the faint silhouettes of people in his past, moving ‘neath his eyelids. He calls out to them, over and over again in a … Continue reading The Man Without a Name
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The Haunted Cottage #2
"Coming" says a woman from inside the cottage. The young man lets go of the air that had been building up inside his lungs and takes a step back to allow the door to be opened unhindered. At hearing her voice he felt relief wash over him, but at the same time, he is surprised … Continue reading The Haunted Cottage #2
The Haunted Cottage #1
There is a place somewhere on earth, in the farthermost reaches of a labyrinth of trees. An ancient cottage, old as the forest itself, and possessed by creatures of old - spiteful creatures that were forsaken by man. It is said that once the door slams shut behind you, it is all over. Destined to … Continue reading The Haunted Cottage #1
Fallen
“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
Life For A Life
“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