Stolen
CarcinogensSleep no longer came easily to Joan. The pain from the cancer was certainly a reason as to why; however, the skeletons that had gathered in her closet alone were plenty to keep her from a good night's rest. The drinking. The cheating. It all seemed so pointless now that it was only a matter of time before her life would come to a permanent close. Her story was almost finished, and soon the book would be placed back on the shelves to collect dust and be forgotten.Carcinogens
She sat up, placing the old scratchy pillow behind her back to make the backboard of the bed a bit more comfortable to lean against. Phil slept beside her soundly, his m
BlackwellOne morning, the exact date evades me, I made the mistake to go out riding. The first hints of spring were finally pushing through the prison of winter, and I could not resist the simple charms of the sweet breeze or the calling of the skylarks. The moors were simply irresistible. I wasted no time, and within moments servants had prepared my horse. I mounted the speckled beast, and within moments we were flying away from my home and into the freedom of the grasslands. We made our way round and over numerous hills, soaring in the sunlight. Before I knew it, we had traveled farther away than I initially intended. I had no desire to return. I waBlackwell
RevelationsAppalachia was our home. Our house was no more than a dilapidated sanctuary in an unhallowed forest. Ma, who never seemed to trust the trees, always spoke of packing up and moving somewhere else, but her job waitressing didn’t provide the funds necessary to do so. Every night she would lock up the creaking doors and draw the decaying curtains closed, leaving the screeching bugs outside.Revelations
“Evil’s in those woods. You stay outta’ there.”
Ma is the only one I’ve got. My dad left the both of us when I was barely four years old. Although we were both abandoned, Ma felt more forsake
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Yearning
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You remind me of the babe. What Babe?
The babe with the power. What Power?
Power of Voo-Doo. Who Do?
You Do Do What?
Remind me of the babe!
(~David Bowie)
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Great king in my own mind...
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