“Don’t touch me!” Lara screamed, as she raced across the cobble stones to an ally up the street. She turned to see her persuer. ‘…breathe…breathe…’ she told herself as she ran, ‘ keep breathing…deep breaths..’ “Oh Lara, you forgot your sabre, you need it back!” Damn! The miserable bastard, always following me, always sneaking about,… Continue reading Never


lost and forever gonethis body roams the dead worldslibra and angel nighting galesare etched onto gothic buildingswe are empty peoplewalking through the lonely ally’swalking through the broken glassto find what is not there…