Some Are Dead – 1. Goodbye, Apollonia

They come through us as if we were doors. They open us up, they eat and kill, and then they’re gone. Just like that. We’re left to pick up the pieces. It's turning out to be a long dream, same time every time, they walk in the hedge park and she says she's cold. It’s … Continue reading Some Are Dead – 1. Goodbye, Apollonia

The Blacklands – First Memories

He scrambled across the sand for the music box. His fingers were red and cut and broken but he held it tightly and felt the sting of his nerves. It was one of those moments where a man stops listening to his senses. The tide rolled in and out in slow, woeful strokes and he … Continue reading The Blacklands – First Memories