Failure is just a bruise, not a tattoo
Team: Maximus Dramaticus Read the previous part of the story here Darkness has strange properties. It appears to swallow everything that comes its way but what no one realises is that it is cunningly selective. ‘Just try walking on a dark road where stones are strewn,’ said Jennifer to no one in particular, ‘and...
I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am
Not shell-shocked. No splintered bones for me And I’m not on my way to the hospital I am fine. Blasts are far from where I am I didn’t board the bus with drunk goons for company My intestines did not angrily coil around that rusted rod I am fine. The rapists are far from...
