She woke up with a craving and the day went downhill from there. All through the breakfast ritual, something nagged at her yet refused to be identified. Instead it lurked in the pit of her stomach and sent out sneaky waves whenever she was concentrating and filled her full of want.

By lunchtime she was jittery enough to stomp all the way to the park, spread h...

When they forbade clocks they exiled time. Then they opened the doors to the exiled, turned the lights to soft and welcomed the lonely into the loving arms of lyricism who loved them all back with a black velvet voice.

A touch of sin in summer, the lightning with the rain, Winterlark crooned the last note, holding it close and warm as she rolled one bared sh...