Black. A small, black, steaming mirror sat before him, his gaze glaring at his own reflection before bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip. He ..
A book is written, but should it have been? ( I started writing this last year and didn't finish. I'm curious as to if it's even interesting enough to..
Another piece written at work. Iget random inspiration to free hand and write what comes to my mind. These are just bits of clay that I would love to..