“Is this your first time?”
“See, I knew you’d like it,” she said.
What would you do for power?
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
I ran into the church. No surprise, it was empty, had been since it was abandoned in the nineteen thirty somethings. The pews looked half eaten, taken by mold. The carpet was matted and old, withering away like the decaying walls. The windows were stained and the whole building stank of time and abandonment. “Kessa!” […]
Fire sweeps the land and darkness finds a way in. Can Riki stop it?