Clockwork

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

Drown [z.m.]

Some nights, he looked back and counted the bodies, all those lives he had ruined simply by existing. So he chose to stop existing. © 2015 wildflowerveins #Wattys2015

EMPIRICAL

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

Late Nights

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

obruent

"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]