Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →
No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →
Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing... Continue Reading →
*clink* Mirrianna unfolds the extendable legs from the industrial case she carries turning it into its own table. She has yet to really acknowledge the other person in the room. She has yet to react or act effected by any of her current situation, as though this were as normal as super at six.... Continue Reading →
Commissioner Gordon stands before Mirrianna Savauge a rather serious looking young woman who has come to the High Security Solitary department of Arkham Asylum for a very specific reason. She has an intimidating presence about her person that seems to stem from her determination and the confidence she holds in her conviction, her hair is... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 