poems
Here I stand, Among the ashes, the ruins, the fire; Among fallen heroes, sunk egos, butchered heads!! The Phoenix must rise! The mortals must bow..! War begets war, but not the peace of mind! The path has been long, tiring, painful.. Of which what remains is nostalgia. Those who once
stories
“Mmm…” “Mmmmm…” The touch of something rough, slipping over my neck; distinct. Hissss…… The sound of that rough touch, approaching my ear; distinct. “Ahhh…. Shit….” The reaction, was, well clockwork; I shook off the creature, my eyes were shut, too numb to respond. I felt the chill of the underlying