You would think us fools, rushing into our graves like this. And yet, and yet… once you see our smiling faces in death, you’ll never feel afraid to follow. Because here is the thing: Our kind never dies. We live on in the promise of every dawn, the sigh of every sunset. We watch you …
On the tables, the candles flickered fiery and flirtatious, sparkles stolen from the mighty forges of the upper world. In the corner, her face coloured golden by the flames of the fireplace, a bard was singing skilfully to an ungrateful crowd. In The Heartfelt Curse to the Three Steps Down business was as usual. Blunt …
On Monday morning I let my feet chase their whims and I find myself on the longer route again, the one that leads by the bench. Every step beats the rhythm of a song borrowed from a dream, drawing me closer and closer, back in time. My heart pounds loud as I enter the park, …
Mitriel Faywood 