shortstories

Elevator

Still, some days I missed the warmth of my hearth in the coldest winters. I missed the creeping of vines as they pried apart my masonry. I missed the feeling of halls. Ah, those sweeping halls and crimson curtains.

Names

The following is a short stand alone blurb that will find it’s place in the story. As of right now, it is cross listed as part of the…