Interior
They both had newspapers over their bodies.
Ministry
His first thought was of harm bought and carried He tarried, there was a distance something held him back the elemental plane, the knight wearing rubber gloves He saw a storm coming over greeted with caresses
Comatose
a flat tree a shadow holding a gun always looking towards you the fires looking beautiful flying across the water
Obelisk
there will be a perfect image one which is not a mirror one which has no thoughts one which is just silence, true silence unrepeatable
Necropolis
She lifted up the tarpaulin and felt the dampness gathered underneath as if, in there, it had just rained.