Fresh Air and Red Skies (2) by T. MORGAN Eventually Ethos clawed, scrambled and struggled his way to the top, finally hauling himself over the swallow hole’s vast lip. He managed two paces,...
Category: Schemilix Short Stories
Fresh Air and Red Skies (1) by T. MORGAN Ethos awoke without his senses, yet again. He was lying in a black, blank space; he could feel, see, hear, nothing. He concentrated and remembered how to...