A.R. Knight

Confluence

The day began and ended with heat. They huddled in their claimed kingdom, a gray structure that stored the source of their survival.

A Name

You never take the right path through the woods, particularly after a blood moon.

The Whispers

They always came out after the parties. After the music stopped but the masks were still on, when the guests scattered into the hushed streets to forget the hours that'd just passed.