The cult section of the literary world
by Nimrod Tzarking The walls are white, immense. A void. Gauzy specs wiggle in the air, wrinkles in the eye revealing flaws in the infinite, giving way to ghosts. The ghosts live in the electric. The electric lives in the walls. The walls are throbbing with crazed ectoplasm. How much […]
by Nimrod Tzarking The furry morsels feast on our clutches. And we are dying. A star burns in the sky. Every day it hurtles closer. And we are dying. The continent shatters beneath our feet. Talons scrape at splintering fault lines. Ferns drift imperceptibly apart, gravel shifting between them. And […]
