Are you one of mine?
Yes, I see now. You have his eyes. He too was blind.
No need for names. No need to bind a life in letters. 270 more words
Catch my begger’s reflection in Macy’s window display hawking colognes, cufflinks and cigarette cases. This fuckin culture. A parade of pre-paid promises. Cut your corpse to suit this week’s style, stink of the finest ambergris and pussy will swarm like blowflies to fresh excrement. 2,193 more words
This is a section from a short story preceding my ‘The Order Of The Sphinx’ series, where my young witches’ powers first awaken. When I revised the first book, I ended up cutting out the entire beginning where they got their powers because the full plot really started months later. 2,110 more words