NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Five The first crushing wave of high tide carries life and death as though they weigh nothing at all, delivering each p...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four . Loosely on-prompt.  once u-pon one half moon here we sleep Hyp-nos' boon in these hours dreams they keep bac...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Three The poison has been drunk - a sweet and malicious brew.  The ship will soon be sunk.  Don't hurry, no rush to...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two So you've finally done it, built yourself a crown of splinters. Comfortable, are we?   I'll get used to it ...