The Grotto

There will always be plenty of opportunity to worry about things, until you admit to yourself you deserve an escape-- there's always something that you love doing waiting for you to do it, which will help you focus and change your energy.

Heather adored her garden. Now that spring was here, it was her only wish to watch it grow and see it thrive, the flowers bloom. With time, it would become a place of beauty, where she just might pass the time, serenely. Since her husband had passed, it was the only thing she had left that seemed the same. Just like other years the sole upkeep fell to her, and although Phill was gone, it was still there for her to tend, and it gave her a sense of normalcy, despite these new hardships. Today, she would be planting the rosebushes. Kneeling down upon the soft dirt, she grabbed her hand shovel to dig a hole for a sapling. She struck into the dirt with the shovel tip, when she hit something in the ground that jarred her wrist and sent a jolt coursing up her arm. Pausing to rub the kink out of her wrist, she shook her head as she peered in the hole. She could see the top portion of an object and noticed it wasn’t a rock at all, but it had a rather large divot taken out of it which she had ma...

It’s said that real magicians never reveal their secrets, but neither  does the average person, it seems. No matter the deception, others remain oblivious to it, regardless, unaware that they’re being tricked. Though we may never know, exactly, we can only marvel at how they manage to pull it off so perfectly— But it can be quite the spectacle, so just sit back and enjoy the show.

bloodlust awakens, as you await my kiss, so docilely-- too late, you realize this love is a violent love, when i sink my teeth into the soft flesh of your throat, and you tremble, while your blood drains away, slowly changing your nature into that of mine-- a creature of the night, immortal.

I reach out to the empty page, only to get  the cold shoulder-- I can almost  hear it say, 'Just, go away!' as I'm struck with the horror I cannot create a thing!

The pain Dave felt was almost unspeakable. He sat there in the waiting room, the nail still in his foot. It had gone through his boot and foot both. And that is how he had left it. It was lodged in there good, he'd give it that. When he had tried to pry it loose, it only took the first tug before he’d given up, the shock of pain too much for him to handle. The slightest movement and the nail would tweak, and, each time it did, it caused him to wince, curl up his toes and grit his teeth and groan. And not only was he dealing with the pain, but his sock was thoroughly soaked with blood, making him feel that much more miserable. "Sir," the receptionist spoke from the window, "I'm so sorry you had to wait so long. They're getting you a wheelchair, as we speak." "It's okay," Dave replied, with a pained smile, "It’s really not that bad. I’ve been through worse." He lied. It was nearly unbearable. In fact, at times, he wanted to holler. ...