WWA Book 1 – Prologue
Wishes don’t bring back the dead, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing to grieve.
When I Go – Poem
The very sky calls your name.
Winter Winds (Litter London With Lonely Hearts)
Sometimes your close off your heart, and sometimes your heart closes itself off.
Apocalypse – Prologue
There is no memory inside its head. No name, no personality, nothing but a never-ending sense of grief and anger for something it can no longer place its finger on. Something rotten and long since rancid. The beast shambles, barely able to move anymore, but never stopping. Shriveled blind eyes and a mouth kept open by too-large teeth that dig into its lips; the sickly visage of something that used to be so alive, so bright, but has now faded…