The last conversation of an inmate with the walls of his cell the night before his execution.

A short fiction piece on what it must be like to know the exact time you’re going to die.

Hope you never end up visiting this town.

It was a vile and wicked crime and nobody could argue any different, but many people thought the perpetrator had been driven to madness by an uncaring landlord.

The henchman is a happy man.

Poetry ~ The Red Queen.

Last part of stolen from a thief…

This poem was inspired by the executions by axe, carrried out in the era of kings’ regimes. I tried to envision myself as the person to be executed and what will I choose to do with my last breath, show my anger, repentance or acceptance,well, this poem gives you the answer to it.
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Sonnet without love.

Adam continues to question and learn.