The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
Monday, 26 September 2016
Depths
“She’s down!” someone shouted, but Megan wasn’t hurt. She was just curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor a few feet from where Alturis lay--his dead eyes staring at the Williams-Sonoma
Thanksgiving
cookbook cover.
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