Soaring To Her DestinyDon’t you walk away from me, Amber. You going to stop me, Father Jon? This is your destiny you’re trying to escape. White feathered wings flapped gently against the crystal blue sky, the breeze waving through her blonde ponytail. Freedom flowing through the fabric of her plain, light blue dress. His voice vanishes from her ...
BustedWhen recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you free.
NightmareNighttime is endless Insidious monsters no one else can see, sorrowful voices no one else can hear Gore, endless gore Hopelessness Typing at my computer in the dead of night Monsters of the human persuasion All-consuming hate, thoughts of pain Rage Eating to cope with pain