Month: September 2017

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

THE CATACOMBS [PARTS 15-21]

We’re supposed to be brutally honest with ourselves about everything that happens in the Catacombs. Anything we feel, anything we sense is supposed to be checked, double checked, and then documented. I didn’t understand why until I’d finally entered the threshold. For the sake of that honesty then, I have to say, approaching the gate […]