Short Story: They Were Bent Over The Ruby Slippers
The written word comes in many forms and this short story has been hand-written by Jason Quirk and published straight from his notebook.
Short Story: Red Wine, Red Spirits
What can I tell you of the spirits which haunt me? Am I myself one of those spirits which have escaped from beneath the bowels of the Earth? Are we contained in the gaseous mess which rises and escapes in fissures? Is that why we are so obsessed with burying ourselves once more in the…
