Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”

He knew that he had fallen. He felt like someone or something was watching him. Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?[1] As SMSN[2] waited, chained against the cold stone, he knew that living and pretending as he did among the E.O.[3] had brought about this end. He had been called to … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”

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