Ark

One piece of writing, split into three parts.

Ark, part 1

The monkey’s jagged fangs tears through my breast and snags in my wing. He jerks his head and throws me aside and my body hits into the wall with a...

Ark, part 2

I run because the spiders tell me there is no time. They’re lying. I can feel them scuttle down to my heart, find their way to the rubber tunnels to...

Ark, part 3

The fire burns in a fireplace behind a single armchair and there the man sits, bare, only in his skin, bound with his hands behind him. His ankles...