Running In The Dark
Poem There are no stars tonight To hang above our thoughts Clouded are our passages Like the light of the moon Am I running away or toward Dangers of an unchosen life I...
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The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer – Part Four – The Brewer 29
Serial Fiction Suddenly the great hall lit up with fiery splendor. That was the last beautiful woman he saw in his time. For in hell there were no beauties. (Don’t get me wrong most...
