Gravedigger
Wake, hoping dreams do not come true, but I know better. Sit up, wipe sweat from my lips, taste the salty burn of my dream
Wake, hoping dreams do not come true, but I know better. Sit up, wipe sweat from my lips, taste the salty burn of my dream
A poem from Darkman
Quick prose from Darkman
“Ah, David Harrington! Please come in.” David did his best to smile and shook hands with his host as he stepped inside. Mr. Viente looked as old but seemed much
Quick prose. Not for the faint of heart
Quick prose. Not for the faint of heart.