With every passing week my life seemed to improve. The days were bright and sunny, people were always smiling and at night the moon shone like a silver coin on a peaceful urban landscape, streaming gently through my window. I always felt a certain closeness to the moon, because during the silent nights I would… Continue reading underworld
Walking the dawning streets. It had become a habit, a ritual, really. It was a way to remind himself what he was, once, and how far he had gone since then. The taste of toothpaste and orange juice sour in his mouth, Jaq shrugged his black duster tighter about his shoulders and dug his hands… Continue reading The Dawning rose.