Catalyst XII
I stepped into a puddle. The cracks in the worn leather allowed moisture to seep in subtly – just enough to get my sock uncomfortably wet and make me wish […]
I stepped into a puddle. The cracks in the worn leather allowed moisture to seep in subtly – just enough to get my sock uncomfortably wet and make me wish […]
this is a far cry from reality imbibing these dreams – my hallucination you haunt the heart with desperation the ghost of every memory you walk the hollow, hallowed halls […]
To read the uncensored version, click here. You must request a password from the author. Scene 3: A Man’s Home is His Castle D: I don’t know what happened. How did […]
In the morning, early morning, I rise to a new day Like a soft caterpillar, emerging from its cocoon I peel off the shell of yesterday and crawl out from […]