Sonofwonderwoman Stories

"And so they are ever returning to us, the dead" -- WG Sebald In which children became weapons, adults became monsters, and dreams became nightmares Or, Proje...

The hand around his throat was tight. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. Colours were bursting in his vision. Keith's cries were muffled. Lions were falling. His fi...

THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION OF "LOST AND LEFT FOR DEAD" "There are worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behin...