Ankst Stories

When reality isn't quite what it seems, and stories are spun from the roots of dreams, what is to come of my creation? What of the Men who are Monsters, and Monsters wh...

You haunt me, In ways I cannot even persist to see. Dedicated to you, So determined to cloak me in your preferred hue. I drown in the dreary overlay, Doomed to die un...

Sunny looked away, gaze distant and expression seemingly overcome with thought. Basil felt suddenly confused. Was-? No, stop reading into things. ''...I am.. very glad...