Dichtende Designerin

My wish had ripped open the fabric of reality. The air felt electric, there was a strange burnt smell that lingered and the surroundings turned blurry. The loud clacking of the wall clock stopped as its hands held still for what felt like a moment being stretched into infinity, as if time itself rippled. Weiterlesen

Roughly once a month, there is a calling of immense hunger. It’s easy for some to satiate, but Ethelinda is used to it when it comes, and she knows exactly what to do about it to spare both her girlfriend’s knowledge of her truth and her own passionate hunger growing darker and harder to control. Weiterlesen