Even if there are moments during the day when all seems normal and when every action of your own and of those around you seems to be unremarkable, the appearance of ordinariness is an illusion,...

My rage is derived from eyes so sharp they see through the idiocy being passed off as sophistication. Under the cloak of universal themes and terms such as freedom, change, and acceptance, madness ensues, being...

The seething rage that accompanies the truly despondent, effaces the delusional that mock from the safety of their shared illusion.

Are you a house-wife, Mrs Silvers?’ he asked. ‘What would you recommend for getting burger relish out of a white shirt?’The seething woman cranked the venom-level of her gaze up to eleven, and Raven smiled...