In heat that would singe any devil you might just pray for rain. But tomorrow, you'll curse the drizzle because you miss the sun.
By Tsal Tsrif2 years ago in Poets
“ Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” said a boy who was almost nobody. Not because his name was short, he struggled to condense infinity into a sound imaginable enough to unravel.
By Tsal Tsrif2 years ago in Fiction