A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Tonight, I have work to do.
Over my desk, a narrow window cracked open as far as it can go, frames the dormitory blocks across from mine. Gray clouds cover a sky far too well lit to ever see ...  [+]

In the first minute, the yolk of infinity swallowed me whole: everything bathed in a primordial black, silent cacophonies reverberated against the vacuum, sightless eyes watching as the tendrils of ...  [+]