Route UB1 — Cephalopress

By Thomas Brown Long weeks working. Rain still falling. Heavy droplets, water crawling down bus shelter, dark skies bawling. Another day is done. Through the grey a bus approaches, teeming inside, full of roaches, human insects, tired voices, ‘Ticket please,’ one grunts. 445 more words via Route UB1 — Cephalopress

Scampi

Originally posted on Pen of the Damned – where angst and horror flow freely…:
“Is this love real?” she asks. Sitting on a bench near the other end of the room, her words are unmistakable, magnified by the reverence and strange acoustics of the museum. He turns from the glass case filled with the desiccated…

Nemesis

Originally posted on Pen of the Damned – where angst and horror flow freely…:
I have been known by many names, I prefer Nemesis. Like all deities, my origin and true purpose have been forgotten, denied and sanctified by folklore. I was the dispenser of Justice before justice became a blindfolded woman in the courts…