A collection of short stories with the same themes. The perils of forgetting there is more to the world than what is immediately seen and heard- and the foolishness in believing such things cannot do us harm.
I went searching under beds in the mid-morning light. There was a piece of me somewhere beneath these creaking mattresses. For reasons unknown I'd splintered into a thousand pieces when the golden sunlight first touched our horizon.
Fiction: General - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,159 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 3-30-06
There is a man in the absolute center of all things standing guard over innumerable doors. The man has certain rules to follow, the greatest of which being he must never covet what lies beyond the doors. But as is the nature of man, he does...