Sabin Bottomstone

The fire blazes candy-apple red and sunlight yellow, igniting their eyes as they sit just close enough to the flame for it to tighten their skin, wrapping them in heat. The burning wood and few licks [+]

Time stops for no one, but memories live on.
He brushes his hand over the dusty iron bars of the gate, palm coming back ashy and dark. The smell of damp shifts through the air, filling his nose [+]

They don’t believe me.
Of course they don’t. Who would? Not my friends, not my parents, and certainly not the police. I’ve talked to them twice— the police, I mean. Sat there twice in [+]

Peels of thunder rock the world below, thin fingers of electricity curling from the skies into the ground, gripping it with a feverish yearning before winking out of sight.
She watches the [+]