Jonathan’s Note

Jonathan decided that the time had come.  He was sick and tired of the constant distress.  He checked the bath water, it was warm. He checked the razor, it was sharp. He got in. His body was found with only a note, It was a poem, The only poem he had written in three yearsContinue reading “Jonathan’s Note”

Donavon’s Palace

Donavon awoke to the piles of severed limbs and bloody corpses before him.  The massacre had been swift, cruel, and horrible. Luck, if could so be called, was the only reason Donovan had survived, and this luck had graced Donovan with a gaping wound one the side of his large square head. Donovan did notContinue reading “Donavon’s Palace”