Luke is a man and he is famous. No, that’s wrong. Luke is first and foremost famous, and then he is a man. Perhaps outside of that matter, is that he is soon to be dead. He shifts his fingers through the desolate dregs of tobacco to find enough to make a makeshift cigarette. He’d been quitting for six years now but he...

Gnosiomandus: Dead Letters (2)

Smash! Two grad-students crashed into the wall not three feet from Gnosiomandus. It was Finals week. He skirted around the grim combatants. The hall monitors would deal with them soon enough. They usually did.

He was in a hurry and didn't see much point in getting embroiled in another...

Walking up the winding garden path would have been intimidating for anyone else, but for her, it felt like home. The trees writhed and twisted together in the stormy night. Appearing black until the intermittent flashes of lightning briefly bleached them. She carried on up the gravel path. She closed her eyes as she walked...