May 9, 2012

In the Caverns of Lordship


She tried to catch the glowing mites that flitted from hole to crevice, the little green-yellow things that scurried across the black walls of her cell. She was hungry.


The mites studied her, the tidal mass that bore down upon them, their cities. What was she that desecrated the sky? 


Bells and Whistles
by Alyssa Deville

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