Author: ayamew

The words that you hear are long dead. I speak in the now, but you hear in the afternow, on the other side of all that displaces us.…

The new museum was once an old warehouse with pockmarked bricks, the color of wine and old scar tissue. Nestled within the repainted walls were shelves lined with…

Inspired by Wendy Walker Matko was carried into the entrance-hall of the mad Duke’s mansion. Well, nobody was sure if Duke Kavarinn of Cavollo had really gone mad.…

When she came to, all she could remember was the screaming. Desperate cries resounding from all around like a surround sound alarm going off. Screams melding into a…