It is the darkness that spawns fear. Sight unseen of strange noises. It tends to make my imagination work overtime. Thus, in the darkness, I sat. I could not sleep though I tried. How could I with the noises real or imagined creeping in my mind? I had been tired when I sat and tired still, but my thought was to move on. Rising from the floor of the cave I shone my flashlight in the direction I had come. Nothing had entered. How could it possibly? If I could not get out nothing could get in. I shone the light in the direction I was to go. It was like a narrow hallway and as I walked towards it...
It is the darkness that spawns fear. Sight unseen of strange noises. It tends to make my imagination work overtime. Thus, in the darkness, I sat. I co...
Earth's Destruction In my time, I have seen the way things would look, Spreading the pages between a fairy tale book. Once upon a time, a cliche long time before, A heart-wrenching cry as I stand before the cold, cold door. My bones shake. Raging winds across the ice, terror 'neath my skin. "I can't," I cried, "Oh God, please bring this to an end." A voiced that thundered; echoing the icy landscape from above, "My child, my precious child, the world must have love." "Will not be so easy, for I spared not many and a second chance I will give, Choose the right path my daughter, choose so others...
Earth's Destruction In my time, I have seen the way things would look, Spreading the pages between a fairy tale book. Once upon a time, a cliche long ...
I looked to the right and saw a chalkboard on the wall. The chalk writing had faded but it looked as if they had been adding numbers. A teacher's desk was a distance in front of the chalkboard with a rotten apple on the dust covered desk. Spiders crawled to and fro and a cup of pencils turned on its side. I looked to the left and gasped in surprise. Maybe not so much surprise as pain. I felt the tears leaving my eyes. They eased slowly, but by the time I exited the room a flood had come. My eyes had seen and my mind would forever remember the little children sitting in their chairs. Skeletal...
I looked to the right and saw a chalkboard on the wall. The chalk writing had faded but it looked as if they had been adding numbers. A teacher's desk...
Preacher man always despaired of me never doing what I was told. I was not a bad child just rebellious. So when he told me to go, I went. I did not leave though. I hid. I could not leave. Well, I could, but I would not. How could I leave him all alone to face an unknown enemy? He might know the enemy, but I did not. Preacher man was getting on in years. He would not be able to fend for himself. I would hide till the evil ones left, then I would help Preacher man. He did not need to be alone. I went straight to my hiding place. I do not think anyone ever knew of it. I guess who ever made it...
Preacher man always despaired of me never doing what I was told. I was not a bad child just rebellious. So when he told me to go, I went. I did not le...
The corridor was long; endless. The further I walked the longer it became. My legs felt as if they would break off from so much walking. I dare not stop. I could not stop. I do not remember how I got here, just that I was here. Underground? Above ground? Everything was white. So, bright that it hurt my eyes. I started to shiver. Once started I could not stop. Cold. So, cold. Especially my feet. I looked down. Where were my boots? My socks? My bare feet were almost purple from the cold. Or was it circulation loss? I rubbed my arms to ward off the chill. I had no sleeves. A hospital gown? Why?...
The corridor was long; endless. The further I walked the longer it became. My legs felt as if they would break off from so much walking. I dare not st...
