A Room Full Of Sorrow – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

....“So if you’re not trying to ignite fear in this community, what is it you are trying to do?” Herbert huffs through fiercely clenched lips. “W-Well obviously not what has taken place that’s for sure!” Lee quips with a nervous smile dressed across the lower half of his face, while the room sits in perplexed …

Waterwaves – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

given fly to a worthy signal, I fester in the shit I so desire, wanting, waiting, salivating at my own demise, I calculate the discourse, purifying the source, I am wicked, yet frail, signifying my betrayal, a self not selfless, a sin not sin filled, I terrorise, I theorise, an ending, or something worse…

Eve Of The Ever After – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

....“You close yourself off from all possibilities with that arrogant display of bravado, when you cou…” “STOP!” he bellows as he slaps the table with an open hand. “STOP MAKING THIS SEEM ALL ABOUT ME WHEN IT SHOULD BE ABOUT YOU, AND YOUR, YOUR CHANGES!” he spits as he gestures towards Dion flippantly. “Why am …

The Burtoc Beano – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

....“Yup, that’s me, MILO FUCKING BURTOC!” Milo spits proudly with a sarcastic curtsy thrown in for good measure. “The theatrics can be saved for a more audience based affair mister Burtoc, your escapades are well documented in the archives, so there is no need for clarification.” “My escapades are well documented? What’s that supposed to …

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