The Toymaker's Workshop by Anson Brehmer

The old church crouched on the corner, ignored. Dawn light crept into the chapel, filtering through dozens of tiny panes of stained glass. The workshop was once a nave, but the only worship now was that of the bald old man hunched over the form of a young lady on a table. There was a scraping as he worked the [...]

 
A Beautiful Day by Anson Brehmer

That night, in bed, I asked her what she wanted. “I want to go on like this, forever.” She said. “Please don’t wake up. I don’t want to die again.”

 
Pandemonium by Anson Brehmer

Screeching

Shrieking

Howling

Whipping

Wind tears at my flesh

Rocks tear at my fists

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