The first time he had seen justice, he was four years old and yet nothing special in form still. A weedy boy. Skinnier than most children but fairly clean at his mother’s insistence. His hair was the colour of sun baked cow manure, his lips thin and nose stubby. The almost too large eyes he… Continue reading The Executioner
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Under the Gun. PSNI – The Godfathers of PTSD?
Trigger warning 18+
The Threat
Playlist for this Post Without claw or tooth, without speed or fangs dripping poison, what hope was there ever in the evolutionary scheme of things that humans might prevail as long as they have? How have we spread across the planet, visited the moon, explored the very depths of the oceans though lacking gills or… Continue reading The Threat