The Morgue

“Good morning, ma’am, take a seat.” “Thank you, Officer.” “Would you like anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water?” “No, that’s all right.” ...

I am Time. I am Fury. I am Hate. I was nothing. And then, all at once, I was. Nothing exists that can encapsulate what that initial explo...

I do not know tranquility, for even at its quietest, when the world abandons its chaotic refrain for an infinitesimal moment, I am subject...

I do not know much about my past. It seems all aswirl with vague wisps of sounds and urges. It is far too liquid for my simple brain to gra...

Tiny hovels, hidden away in remote corners of faraway nations, often conceal the essence of an army of spirits, the strength of which, in m...

The world is ending. The world is ending. They pay no heed to me. I am an abstract concept, they say. But I will send them their doom an...

Chapter One - The Creature of Light Corporate floors have an otherworldly quality, almost Fitzgerald-esque in their vibrancy, completely co...