The King| Short Story

Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy

He sat on an elevated chair

Screaming at his subjects

Feed me

Alas the king was a child

Adam- Or So They Said

He asked for forgiveness

For crimes he’s yet to commit

For the falling angels, and the apple they ate

Fairies

They led me behind a broken barn

They showed me all the things they have done

Creatures that looked like smoke