I thought kindness had vanished, prey to the desperate. I scooped the snow with my pitchfork hands. It would be enough to trick the jaw and stomach as it would not melt even as it rolled down my throat, cheating the pain of death. They nearly left me there, this […]
Post-Apocalyptic
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Once the world greened again, saplings and weeds crept through tarmac, groaning as they pushed through the surface, letting the air cleanse their lungs, like a lick of honey upon a famished tongue. and this is how things are naturally. And in the lands you felled, flesh sprouted on […]
Who is the criminal and who is the noble? The Lord of Swindon complicates our distinctions of good and evil.