The floorboards creaked and my footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness. A skylight high above in the ceiling filtered shafts of light. In the dim murkiness I could only see towering silhouettes. Unrecognizable. Unidentifiable. Where was I and how did I come here? Was I in an accident or had I bumped my head, lost my memory and wandered off to this abandoned structure? I only had questions and not a single answer. I felt about in my pockets for my phone. I could do with some brighter light in here. Luck was on my side. I turned on the flashlight and saw a litter of weathered wooden crates, soggy cardboard boxes and newspapers littering the floor. I picked one up. It dated back to 1892! What on earth! Was it an abandoned museum? No chance! It looked like a warehouse. Paint was peeling off the walls. Where is the door? I need to get out of here! I turned my flashlight all around but found none! No windows either! What was this strange p...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.