A New World The year is 2218 and my name is Ungol. I was released into the mortal cycle some thirty-six revs ago and raised in a remote place, far from new Hamburg
Help Me Dafe calls me and I go. I can’t help him but I go. By the time I make it to my car, I’m shivering with cold, and with fear.
in Klo5: ‘Oases’, by Dare Falowo “Umaru says Baba didn’t run away from the bombs alone, he’s chasing something moving in the heat ahead.”
Little People “The tips of her nails were crooked. I knew she had been scratching the road with them”