dire reflection

and the nothingness swallows you whole.

Egotistic eccentric things like this…

Poetry is my one passion—my one love But, what do’ I forgo’ What infernal fires glow? In this life there—of’ What other things, what of’ “Do I not understanding know?

Giselle

Inspired by the ballet.

hidden child chapter one

this is a story of good vs evil, and the tale of a young girls ordeal after being bruatally attacked finds herself in the middle of an angelic war trying despertly trying to save the ones she loves.

A Cottage Industry

Jack looked at the plants. They were quite bushy now, and sure enough, most of them were covered with tiny flowers. There was something about them that made him feel slightly uneasy.

The Holy Lance Cont.

About 40 miles away, Mark Lynch, for that was his name today, smiled at the stewardess as she handed him his coat from the Business Class wardrobe.

Tigger

Only two pairs of feet on the stairs now. One nose in may face as I sleep.

REMEMBRANCE DAY FRIDAY 11th November.

I went to 3 minutes silence to-day ran all the way last post was played. the peace was said No one did a hand shake or a a hug to show there special love They shall not grow old,

Lufthansa Flight LH3400

Food at altitude Is not good. A tiny gherkin lurking Amid a hash of cold kartoffel (Looking a little bit penile) Smiles at this distressed diner, While, by its side A shrunken frankenfurter,

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