Sam Kurd @splend

The Featureless Man by Sam Kurd @Splend

Reposted from: here   The featureless man will come again tonight. I sharpen my spear as I crouch by the fire, the burning wood crackling and sending sparks up into twisting currents of air. My knife snicks through the wood, shavings fall at my feet. The point is growing sharp. It will not be sharp


The Locket by Sam Kurd @splend

Reposted from: here The locket belonged to my mother. She told me never to open it, to keep it safe in its box in her basement. I forgot all about it until she died. I ‘d been going through her things, sorting out what to give away and what to keep. The box was in