The Square room pt2

“The light’s flickering again,” said ‘Darhlinnng’, running her orange gel nails through the obviously dyed, bright blonde strands of her hair. Donald appeared from behind the fusebox, his eyebrows knitted together. They were too dark for his face really, compared with his dirty yellow mop, but she knew he didn’t dye them. He wouldn’t even let … More The Square room pt2

The Soul Tree

He could feel the last piece being pulled from his skin and in its place was now only darkness. It was like a drop of ink spilling onto an empty page, flowing outwards until it had covered every inch of him. The soul tree stood at the farthest point of the churchyard, hidden behind a … More The Soul Tree