Sink or swim, good or Bad, pick your poison, for the Day is coming soon.
“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
The dust hissed with the first rain drops. Sam watched the darkening earth from beneath the bridge which had been his home for weeks, feeling
We drove on and on into the desert, the sun setting behind the Bacatete mountains. Jon had explained that we were going to see his
We boarded the plane and sat next to each other. Jon fell asleep before we took off, and I watched him sleep for a long
One bright summer morning the assholes took flight, Soaring on smugness, crowned with delight, Yet as their wings filled the sky, a chill filled the