The room was small and cramped. Echo’s against the cold beige walls killed any clear semblance of a sound. It was appropriate under the circumstances. Who really would want to

The room was small and cramped. Echo’s against the cold beige walls killed any clear semblance of a sound. It was appropriate under the circumstances. Who really would want to
Anger knew that he, in one moment, had returned to a life that he tried so desperately to leave behind. Fists clenched, knuckles white, nails bleached by the straining tendons
(From the Eternals Series) Misery and Resentment stood hand in hand over the corpse at their feet. It was another victim, dying of a sickness that was infecting millions, silent
(From the Eternals Series) Dream sat in silence leaning against the tree. She had planted its seed years before, so many that she lost count. Her heart leapt knowing that
(From the Dystopia series of stories) Art is so subjective. Not everyone appreciates the same kind of art. Sometimes making art is a slow, painful process. That’s when it’s most