A Graveyard of Stars
Lea stared at Death's Gate. If anything she was disappointed. It was small and red with rust, the lock looked useless mainly because...
Mystery Girl
Her hair is white as snow And her clothes as black as pitch Eyes framed by perfect wings And boots as heavy as bricks She's a walking...
Dying For Change Pt 2
Amy woke up fully clothed and sprawled on her sofa. For a few disorientating seconds she just lay there, feeling the hair in her mouth...
Dying For Change
The train ran down the tracks at a snail's pace. Each move forward made the joints groan and the carriages run into one another like...
Through The Pitch Black Doorway
She works in the laundry Or so she says With her woollen hat And her dark dark hair And her pristine apron And her old fashioned dress...
