End Game: A Verse-style story

The pictures, memories no-one misses her more than me The profile, created in immeasurable taste hidden treasures, mine to keep. They frantically search for the missing; my barbituate haze, tangled maze of clues left behind, taunts to the authoritative ones, it's a love affair you know, the stalker, the hunter, the evil that dwells within;... Continue Reading →

Coup de Grâce (Death Blow)

To understand this piece and my writing diversity, please read  PHANTASMA as the prelude. The Rogue has been let out to roam the wastelands searching for the souls of the damned, the unpleasant and the devious rancid cunts who would unleash their own horrors on the living beautiful souls of our time. Dare to trod here, oh I invite... Continue Reading →

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