Fiction

"He awakens at last, the first day of December. It was a cold day, skin dried, winding floating steadily above ground as the sky continued to grow grayer. His bed faced the outside world, his curtains ajar as the sun wasn't great as it were during the past summer. He rubbed his eyes softy, his … Continue reading He Awakens At Last excerpt…

"He awakens at last, the first day of December. It was a cold day, skin dried, winding floating steadily above ground as the sky continued to grow grayer. His bed faced the outside world, his curtains ajar as the sun wasn't greatly as it were during the past summer. He rubbed his eyes softy, his … Continue reading He Awakens At Last excerpt…