Reposted from: here It says I’m worthless, incomplete, Useless, bumbling, two left feet. Not worthy of life, a waste of space. I’m amazed I can even show my face. No need to worry if I end it now. No one would miss me, useless cow. Don’t even flinch telling me a lie. Not worth the truth
Reposted from: here In the rather more refined surroundings of Pall Mall, Sir Richard Trefusis entered the Athenaeum Club amidst a light flurry of snow, his earlier discussion with the Metropolitan Railway navvies still weighing heavy on his shoulders. Failure at this stage would be an utter embarrassment for him, and despite his threats to thedvergar
Resposted from: here After a fortnight off I drove to the University. Not knowing then that it’d be the last time I could. The weekend would see the city grind to a halt. Roads soon impassable as people died behind the wheel or ran out of fuel before they could reach their destination. I found a
Reposted from: here Blinding light erupted around me. The floor beneath bucks and weaves, noise deafens. Brass rails & wood line the vast structures that surround. The wind is fierce and tugs at my coat. Running to the edge of the world the wind is stronger here, over the edge nothing but sea beneath, distant, foaming.
Reposted from: here Reynard twitched his nose and stirred and his cappuccino. “Anyone got anything on at the moment?” They met at this cafe every month to chew things other, but Reynard would only ever ask that question if he was doing alright. The bastard, reflected Roland. At least the others were wise to him, that was some
Reposted from: here Seonjo was the fourteenth son of farmer parents and as soon as he could toddle was sent out to work the farm. But later he’d be found cuddled contentedly next to a sleeping cat watching as the other cats stalked & destroyed the old field rats. As he grew older he spent his
Reposted from: here The sound of angry voices echoed down the tunnels of the First Metropolitan Railway, not far from the new station at Gower Street. A charred rat lay abandoned on its spit near the workers’ camp, the cooking fire burned down to a weak glow. Under the dim light of faded gas lamps, the