Gossamer Lens

Slowly her fingers curled around the ribbon. Her head caught in a cloud of ribbon, her shoulders brushed with it. Her hands couldn't...

A dreadful story it is that I am too afraid to speak it. Thus it will be written down on black and white. Do not read aloud not even in...

Death has touched my family with its greedy fingers. No longer does it claw at my neck, but still it stays near. It's fingers have...

This event is happening as I write; I will share with you what I see. Two rivers run through a wood, that we would call paradise, almost...