Christmas is fast approaching, and the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, son of the Living God, who was destined to give His life for the salvation of all mankind. I must ask, Mr Prime Minister, in whose name... Continue Reading →
See my Story Time for the next episode:
Later King would recall the spray of blood on the wall; watching it trickle; the gun where Annie had dropped it; their son whimpering in the corner.
King scrolled through the pictures on the screen. A shadow temporarily dimmed the light behind him.
“Checking in with your whores again?”
Craters appear in the sands as we drag out our heads to observe the view, listen to voices which shout in silence above the roar of chanting seas. The pace of deprivation accelerates. Crimes formerly closeted by morality are exposed... Continue Reading →