“His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing, generic, banal fluorescent lights on his face all the time at work and at University, it… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing,… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“Bah, he still saw the same stupidity. The image of the hanged man in the farming community of Yondern flashed through his mind. Now… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
“There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then somewhere in the fickle mists of creation… — T.P. Grish Copy Share Image
