atlas was here.
it's looking cold more than it’s feeling cold, these days. forget free-form writing, forget talking and thinking, all i have is moving with your eyes closed and tearing things open with your teeth. and the flashbacks, i guess, but that’s a whole other thing. it was fun though, wasn’t it? yes. it was. you know... Continue Reading →
Leif Irlin wasn’t a miserable man by any stretch of the imagination. Being the gatekeeper wasn’t hard, really, was it, it just required some standing and thinking. Both of which he was perfectly equipped to do. He was tall, handsome by anyone’s standards, his black hair was spiky no matter what he did to it,... Continue Reading →
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