It was a stinky brick tunnel a few meters under the feet of the pedestrians. Brackish water flowed by thickly. Fecal gelatin bobbed to the surface occasionally like the eyes of alligators. The tunnel was a half-full artery pumping a sludge of molasses past the knees of our heroine ( Read more... )

I’m running through the sewers in my hospital gown dropping feathers to trace my passage. I’m a wide eyed subterranean Hansel. The feathers immediately catch fire and stay lit when they touch the river of putrescence I’m wading through.

I wish I wasn’t out of breath. I’m taking deep whooping breaths of thick dank air ( Read more... )