Abstract Wars

He drew in a broken breath as he clutched his sides, blood leaking between his fingers. His claws pierced through the fabric as he clutched at his shirt. His wings were covered in blood, guts and indescribable filth; a jagged claw marks were sliced across his wings, having penetrated to the other side. No doubt

Shadow Death

Trigger warning: abuse, violence, attempted murder. Very disturbing read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hands on my throat A calming ‘shhh’ A tender stroke The grip tightens Can’t breathe Soothing voices whisper in my ear As the grip tightens even more The shadows won’t sleep They dance about my walls A graze of a finger down my arm Stroking

The Havsågud Cell – Part 1

Lucy looked up from her laptop screen as she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she said. The door then opened and her mother poked her head in. “G’night, Luce,” her mother said with a smile, causing Lucy to smile back. “How’s your studies going? Nearly ready for that exam on Monday?”