A Little Child Dancing in Prison
~ by Lawrence “Mack” Hall But it’s not a prison; it’s a unit(Euphemisms make everything all better)The morning sun rising above the fogSparkles merrily on bright razor wire (more…)
~ by Lawrence “Mack” Hall But it’s not a prison; it’s a unit(Euphemisms make everything all better)The morning sun rising above the fogSparkles merrily on bright razor wire (more…)
I stood in front of the rather shabby-looking reception desk, waiting for the hostel owner, Evie, to return with my passport. At least the hostel was clean, which set it apart from many of the…
~ by Amanda Pizzolatto (Aurora Mandeville) Once upon a time, in the quaint little riverside town of Asillini, lived a merchant and his son Francis. Francis enjoyed working with his father in the merchant business,…
“Wolfran haunch… git yer fresh wolfran haunch right ere! Five trills a kilo… Goin fast! You won’t find no better deal this side of Kantar!” The man’s booming voice made Lorne cringe, as he made…
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