The blond figure gestured all others to leave. I've.. To stay with him.. The only comprehensible thought came in segments as once more that piercing...
Why did you go home anyway, it's unusual for you to visit before a job.. I've a feeling this mission is my last.. Once more, his thoughts cleared up...
It might be a cliche.. But the beginning part, with the uneasy sensing of a presence
. It immediately brought to mind Dance of Death, a song by Iron Maiden. I've recently read some of Edgar Allen Poe's short tales, and this one reminds me...
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Posted on Wed, 19 Jan 2011
There are bits that aren't necessary, and bits missing.. Or, just bits I've expected...
Like a pale moonlight. A feeling of vulnerability in the roiling fog..
'dreams prevailed' would be enough where falling asleep is...
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Great work
Posted on Thu, 16 Sep 2010
It might be a cliche.. But the beginning part, with the uneasy sensing of a presence
. It immediately brought to mind Dance of Death, a song by Iron Maiden. I've recently read some of Edgar Allen Poe's short tales, and this one reminds me...
Read full commentPosted in A TREK NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN