Swift

She was looking out over the edge of the nest. She would soon fly. She had been looking over this … More

Weeping Woodlands

Originally posted on Recollections At Fall:
Beyond the urban sprawl and the fringe of concrete civilisation was heard a thunderous reverberation A…

I wrote this little story in class at a creative writing course many years ago. The original Spanish version can … More

He had lost faith in humanity. People just didn’t seem to understand. They didn’t want to understand. They didn’t want … More

Originally posted on Fictionspawn:
The night was dark. Lightning and thunder shook the village. The little family were sitting in…

He lifted the axe. Hate flowed trough him. Anger. Rage. A crow was watching. The violence. It felt good. It … More