Dark wood, intricately carved. Slightly out of focus, blurred, as if viewed through a pane of glass. The room only dimly lit, as if by stuttering candles. A vision. A glimmer. Her death. Continue reading “Lay me to rest”
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Sunrise
21.07.2016
Bright white letters on a perfectly black background. Nothing else in sight. No other senses registering anything. Just a date, in old type-writer font. This is what Walter Michaels sees as he falls asleep every night, and has done for his entire life. It is his clue, his glimmer. It is the day he is destined to die.
My notebook
Notebook dedicated to these stories and a snapshot of the first draft of Sunrise.
A date with destiny and a dance with death. 