He stared at it. It was never meant to be a fiction, or a distant dream. It now seemed profoundly life like. The flows and the restrains and curvaceous elegance construed the canvas. The vibrancy was definitely restrained, the greys were perfectly skimming through. Something was still missing. He knew it was him. It echoed […]Read more "Melancholia"
” So that’s what I can do “, the handsome young man spoke to the struggling Detective. The ageing Starton Courage recipient, had been discovered fifteen minutes ago in the men’s restroom, thoroughly shaken up and utterly disoriented. He was then carried to a secluded room on the top floor of the villa, by five […]Read more "CENTIPEDE FIVE"