It was November. It was cold; below the seasonal average, the weather forecast said. The wind swept the dead leaves along in gusts. The sky was a cold, clear blue. Really not the weather to be put ...  [+]

Mamma always had a love for other people's possessions.
One of my earliest memories is walking to the park, my hand firmly tucked into hers. I was an impulsive child, and likely would have darted ...  [+]

Joseph it can't be   "Will you sacrifice?"

This isn't real. I'd never let it happen.

I sit cross-legged in a meadow of four colors and all around me blue. Grass grows from my thighs and ...  [+]