I held the
like a fragile
The old gypsy woman’s face puckered like a prune through the sea of wrinkles in obvious distain as she handed over the amulet. “This should keep you safe, no guarantees
He falls and stumbles
Scarred and humbled
Hurt beyond his poor words strength
One who played with his children as one of them, taught them to swim and play music. He was also the same one who paid your hospital bill..tho he had you put there in the first place.
THE HOUSE OF SHADOWS…..
AN INFINITY OF ROOMS
OR IS THERE A PRESENCE UNSEEN?
SOMETHING EVIL…..LURKING , OBSCENE.
I ENTERED THIS HOUSE ON COUNTLESS NIGHTS
AS I DRIFTED T…
i thought about death today.
i am really quite scared of dying.
will it hurt..
will i be sad..
where will i go after death..
i think the main point that effected me was the one im not s…
His years with the Federal Bureau of Investigation had taught him a way of thinking that was always questing and analytical.
“I came here for you” she whispered and ran her ring finger ever so lightly across the back of my hand.
WHEN DARKNESS DESCENDS
AND PRETENCE ENDS.
AND THE REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR
IS A MELTING MASK OF HORROR.
AND THE DEMONS OF SELF-DOUBT
SOW THEIR LIES AND SEEDS OF MALICE.
AND EVEN YOUR HOLY GRAIL