Gothic Micro Fiction inspired by Scottish landscapes, both beautiful and haunting.

Gothic Micro Fiction inspired by Scottish landscapes, both beautiful and haunting.
Gothic Micro Fiction inspired by Scottish landscapes, both beautiful and haunting.
I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.
Memento mori is what they say. Life’s short so do what you must. Live in the moment, and in this do trust— if you were
I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—
Broken, cast out, or simply fallen into disrepair, our fragile nature cracks. On a sea of emotions, we float until the waves of time work