(He/Him)
Brought here by a love of writing, staying here to catch a wandering eye.
~Rhe’ess~ The mid December sun shone coldly on the city. People bustled through the streets. Christmas lights sparkled below. Rhe’ess took a moment, taking it all in. It would be the last time he got to experience it.
By Simon Grace4 years ago in Fiction
The darkness crept along the road. Sydney and Rodger sat in silence. Three miles ago the radio went out. Five miles ago the last building stood. Ten miles ago the last town bustled with energy.
By Simon Grace4 years ago in Horror
