It is December 24, 1926 and brilliant lights of emerald and gold cast a faint hue on the skins of the performers. The magician’s second hand suit was becoming[…]
Tag: Fiction
Apocalypse.
As I lay beneath this tree, I pray my heart connects with thee. Skin to rot, bones to dust; In a coffin, I begin to rust. My eyes are[…]
The Longer You Stay, the Further You Go
A place where no one enters and no one leaves; where smokey air shadows the patronage into a hazy hue of deep purple. Neon rods in rich pinks and[…]
Hellbound Sock Hop
SUSAN: I died when I was seventeen, on August 13 1955, but it wasn’t all romantic and flowery like your movies make it out to be. My soul was condemned to[…]