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Once I was shrouded in darknessGarbed in a cloak of despairI concealed my heart from the worldMy heart was wretched to my eyesA most shameful thing to..
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I have lived and I have diedI have felt the pains of deathBut now, I am forever numbYet, I still remember the dayWhen the agony beganAnd relive it, as..
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The darkness engulfs me againLike the return of an old friendIt lends its sympathetic earAnd listens to my confessionsThough wise, the darkness does n..
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Just a little dream I had.
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It was a clear, spring day in Greenesburg, Alabama. Twelve-year-old Christopher Davis was leaving school for the day and beginning his long walk home..
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The moon ushered in another summer night in Pinesboro, Indiana. The night shift had begun at Mason's Brewery, a small, but lucrative beer brewery in ..
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Chapter 3 of The Witches' Prophecy
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“I think I’ll
name you Randy and Rupert…” Ronnie
said. Ronnie had bought himself a new
toy: a small, rectangular steel ca..
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I was taking an evening walk, enjoying the cool, Autumn breeze which had blessed the day. Children were riding their bikes, the smell of charcoal and..
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