Blood congealed upon his face and began to crust deep among the fibres of his beard. Licking his lips, the familiar taste sat warm and...

Hate reverberates beneath laughter's echo Thinly veiled Splitting respectability's facade. You speak as though the words are not yours A...

We were two years old. Or were we three? It’s difficult to remember as faded memories clash with nostalgic illusions. I know we were...