Wicked Congregation – Gary Buller

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy Glen, We daren’t go a’ hunting, For fear of little men. –The Fairies, William Allingham Do I regret my actions? Of course—every waking moment the memories fester inside my mind, and at night let loose. Darkness is their natural habitat, so I suppose it makes sense. Yet, as I rock atop the sheets in solitary silence, I am … Continue reading Wicked Congregation – Gary Buller

Bleeder Resurrection: Exhuming the Corpse

              Blades of pale light pierced through the gray hazy sky that loomed with a deep saturation over the desperate city. The cries of many washed under the sounds of traffic and the occasional roar of thunder. The light splashed against the glass of the Richard Keller building–a towering scraper that rose towards the heavens in narrowing stacks of steel and glass—shielding those inside … Continue reading Bleeder Resurrection: Exhuming the Corpse