What once was man, striped down to it's bare essentials. I am thoughts on a page. I am the feeling in your chest you cannot place into words. I am no thing. I am Dread.
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The Wood
My thoughts hastily scrawled for your voyeuristic pleasure. Consume at your leisure.
A Different Kind of Thunder
After 5 years in jail, James must venture back out into the real world. His sister is missing, his friends ha...
Untitled Works
A grave for the old. A memorial.