Shamshael descended to the earth wreathed in fire, slamming into the town square. He raised the flaming sword above his head. The crowd surrounding him
Month: August 2020
The Drowned and the Saved
Sink or swim, good or Bad, pick your poison, for the Day is coming soon.
So many friends have I lost – this tech makes me so Efficient, alone.
Shamshael #3: Transfigured
“Deathless, Tearless, Fearless, My, Shamshael.” “Burning still, will you always, will I.” “Now, always was, ever is, never will not be, Shamshael.” The heat suffused
Undying
Trapped within this shell, Enduring aeons, until Life itself does cease.
Woman
Changing face and hair And smell and dress but always Only, ever, her.
