Empire of Whimsy

 Counting down the days and ways that I have missed you. The moments that we haven't shared. The times I know that I was scared but to o...

The time it slips, it slips away. Handfuls of sand through fingers greying and shrinking inside their skins, knuckles gnarled and buckle...

***TO BE READ IN A BROAD NORTHERN ENGLISH ACCENT*** Bob and Mary live in a semi. They spend most every evening watching repeats on the...

We all do things for money When we’re naïve and young. They told me I’d regret it. They said the time would come When I’d want to ...