It was a young’un thrown down into a dungeon alongside mine own self. He had a head of red, and blue eyes too vivid in colour. Bawling, like a newborn without his mother’s presence.
“Oi, stop mewling boy… what’s your name?” I moved my shackled hands to distract him, yet the cackle of my rusty chains had done the job.
“M-My name?” The boy oustared the heavy chains around my bony wrists, suppres...
Dante set forth into the abandoned church, and the scent of rotting wood, smoulder and loam blackened his senses, he was overwrought whilst he trudged his way into the ramshackled house of prayer, a part of him absorbed itself in shrinking away at the glimpse of salient signs of rotting construction.
He resolved to unearth his habitual hiding spot which was in the basement of the decaying church,...
He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking through me. The beads of sweat upon his brow, pelting down the sides of his face, it was thanks to the burning of the candle in his hand that I became aware of the dread that befriended his cowardice.
“Leave me… Elizabeth. I’ve no time for your interrogation.” He swivelled away from me, counted the rows of books imbedded in the bookcase across us with his b...
Her hands were cold, yet her face burned from her fevers, the iron shackles around her ankles and wrists stained marks that seemed unerasebale. She decided to whimper out a tune from her childhood memories, was it for the moon’s amusement or hers? Now, that was a rhetorical question, for another to doubt, for she hadn’t time to spare in the wake of such an eerie night. Her lips mustered out words...
The craven Mason has to hasten,
For time is short for his nation,
His son is quite brazen along with his raven,
His frustration is in no way to chasten,
It is an invasion, time for evasion,
His raven is in no need to chasten,
Although, the son of the Mason has emblazoned,
He has begun a creation for cremation,
He hasn’t chastened, nor is he craven, nor is he graven,
His suasion above his ...
She, forged from dew,
He, could only ensue,
Presumptuous thirst lurking at the back of her reversed moonless gullet,
He, the animate fowl punctured with her bullet,
Elderly father if it weren’t for the future, you seek in me,
I’d be a lonesome boy by a misplaced creek,
Aodhan, you may be pretty but you are the son of a Saint,
Ailidh, “You do not know the way”, You say,
If it weren’t for that l...
The angels shall separate the righteous from the wicked at the end of this world to fishers sorting out their catch, keeping the good fish and throwing the bad fish away,
And a strong east wind divided the sea, and the Israelites walked through on dry land with a wall of water on either side,
If all the oceans were ink, God's knowledge would not be exhausted and the oceans would run dry…...
The antiquity that decorated the furniture had perfumed the room with the scent of dying flowers. She sneezed into her expensive napkin and her ginger hair that was plaited skipped into an orderless mess. “What is the reason behind your visit, Heidi?” Hans spied from over his mythology book and gold-rimmed glasses. “Why… for tea?” Heidi gulped down the hot drink with exasperated eye rolls, Hans co...
The myriads of persons of all colours have encompassed me as if I were the nucleus of their reprisal. I had to call him, Amos would know what to do in this situation. I feel a benumbing touch on my right shoulder and pivot around to confront the source of sensation, a ghostly figure without shape towers and hovers before me. I curse and bolt through the numberless crowds and halt. “Where are you g...
