The Grotto

Juno stood, seething, as she watched the ships set sail across the sea for Italy, helpless to throw them off their destined course. This land she cherished more than any other in her domain, where stood the jewel of Carthage, a city dear to her and those her chosen, which she herself had made sure that it thrived. Now in danger of being overturned, she feared the worst for her beloved city, as these invaders drew nearer each day. Aeneas led this group of Trojans, who, if the old prophecies were true, would settle down and one day establish their own nation, overthrowing, and toppling, great Carthage, to be replaced by the new-founded Rome. Despite her best attempts to stall the voyage, the gales, the waves, the tempests, all had failed. A large number of ships had been destroyed, but among the survivors was this heir, Aeneas, and his many loyal comrades who would all be settling down together, great and hardy men sure to find success.

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. ...

Joan walked in, set her satchel on the table. She paused and looked at Ray, who turned to her and flashed a smile. "How was the drive?" he asked. "I hated it," she stated and plopped down on the couch beside him. "I don't like the drive. It's too far after a long day at work. It's like still being on the clock another fifty minutes, when you're already tired." "I know," he said, taking her hand in his. "You do a lot for us. You really do. And I appreciate every last bit." "Stop it," Joan said. "You're gonna make me cry. You know I know how much it means to you. You pay me back in ways that say you love me. That's all that matters... And you'll find a job." "Thank you," Ray said and chuckled. "Now I have to think about whether or not I have a complex. And I don't want to be self-diagnosing ..." She punched him in the shoulder. "Don't be silly. You're bet...