Fiction- Order of Three: Beyond Blood. (Part- 3).

I write this with weary eyes. The night before was one again disturbed. Nightmare upon nightmare riddled with question and doubt. What plagues this mind has already taken its toll in the form of monsters wondering my dreams and shadows stalking me through the night. I look to what more could unfold this day… but first, I shall recollect my thought to this page...

Short Fiction- The New Dark. (Part- 2.)

I will write this while fire grants me the comfort to do so. A square of chocolate and a crudely brewed black coffee barely provide me the energy with which to wield this pen. They are a limited delicacy in this time. A delicacy that will quickly fade. To consume such is a celebration. A celebration of being able to put pen to paper in a world such as what has become. I am alive. Somehow… I am alive… still...