Let Me Die Not With Bed Made
Let me die not with bed made Let my last minutes not be passed on menial tasks Rather let me …
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Imprisoner (Flash Fiction)
In my vision i was drinking in prison, the prison of La Bastille. The cells were deserted, the stone walls …
Tales the Dead Tell
The dead tell tales if you care to listen. Inside the lush ruin of Parisian cemeteries, fervent fingers tendril the …
