1. Rois Sinclair

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    Summer came in swathes, layer after layer. The baked earth in darkness still rose like ancient bread beneath the moon, finding no reprieve in the cooler night air as it crackled and snapped underfoot; the scent was of newly born blossoms and old oak and the dying streams breathing their last as...
  2. Rois Sinclair

    [I] STONE. - A Memory

    [ JOHN DOE ; An unidentifiable man, one with no known name, one given to those with identities that are hidden or cannot be verified. ] > Trigger warnings: Depictions of an epileptic fit, child suffering, suicidal ideation. “Move it, JOHN. Blimey-- s’happened again. JOHN?” He felt it all...
  3. Rois Sinclair

    Private Double the Fiend

    The forest was quiet. So… so… quiet. In the hazy light of dusks onset, no birds came to flitter about the branches, no foxes squealed in the undergrowth, no snakes nor bats nor rabbits came to enjoy the twilight as they would have done throughout their entire existence. Standing there with bent...
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