Unusual digital distortions appear in an otherwise normal image.
The sun sets on us all.
A fallen angel shudders with fear.
Each barricade improved their chances of survival, and many found solace in every corridor, staircase, window, and vent that was blocked. Continue reading ““Barricades ‘R’ Us””
This is an unaltered photograph of a dark school hallway.
A watery grave holds only so many drops.
The night light flickered.
All conspiracies unravel in time.
“You don’t understand — I need to get from Bulawayo to Harare as soon as possible. I need to be on the roof of the New Reserve Bank Tower before sunset.”
The Romans recycled almost everything.
Pinned by Vandal hordes, the Romans sought any advantage.
“Move the undead soldiers to the front lines!”
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.