Fiction
The Parallax Protocol
The light of the Aethelgard System was not yellow, nor was it the warm, nurturing orange of the primitive hearths described in the Old Archives....
Poetry
untimely winter
Ominous shroud descends as snow and dust embrace...
A Haunting Melody
adorned by waning lunar sight droplets dance...
Smiling Radcliffe
Sucking the last drop of nectar...
whispers in refrain
whispers linger as sparks ignite...
spectre
when i feel breath as labour...
numb
when someone who felt everything...
Being
if your life isn't an art...
Unheimlich
met again in my lane of memory...
Non-Fiction
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