Just got my first short story published and I have to say that it's incredibly exciting! I'm very proud to have been picked up by this publication and hope everyone enjoys my work, as well as the works of the other fantastic authors.


http://fantasyscrollmag.com/article/the-gunman-on-the-wall-aleksander-volkmar/

Dragged Along, Dragged Away

The ticking keeps beat,

Every hour, every day,

A mark of its past,

Prelude to futures

Of infinite directions

Spiraling to a single point.

There are branches along the way,

They are blocked.

There are deviations in the path,

They are blocked.

There is a single path in the road

Bearing straight towards the horizon.

It has been forgotten.

Where are all those uncounted

Moments never forged, never sung,

Never born? No gravestone for

The lost. How could

Those have a marker?

It lumbers forward,

We follow.

It does not falter,

We follow.

A momentary glance back

The ticking cannot accept,

And drags, kicking and

Screaming, its host along

The path is has marked ahead.