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Raven Starhawk
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Chapter Three
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Can you hear the music? It filters through the channels of pain and flesh. How delightful that combination is. Feel it, Heather, and b..
Chapter Four
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Why worry about death when you have no control over it? Heather wretched away from the chain and in the dim glow radiating fro..
Chapter Five
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Before her the stretch of hallway rippled, churned with a growl and bleed like watercolors. She slowed in her footsteps, her fingers c..
Chapter Six
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Beneath coursing radiance steel glowed. Its serrated fangs sank ravenously into curvy matter, split blue channels that pumped scarlet ..
Chapter Seven
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Beyond a lone glass pane shadows slashed in two by an intermittent canary vein of lightning. Drayton Falls needed a guardian to preserve..
Chapter Eight
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 In the distance a pulsing light snared Heather's observation. It drew her toward a building whose height was concealed by thick patche..
Chapter Nine
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Eternal sleep...a treasure or a pardon of sanity. One has challenged the concept as just that: sleep, but there is no doubt fear seize..
Silent Hill: Destined To Die
A Book by
Raven Starhawk
Repeat Offender
A Poem by
Raven Starhawk
A slip of the tongue brought forth truth Exposing your carousel of lies With a bouquet of carnations in hand That you intended for an..
Chapter One
A Chapter by
Raven Starhawk
1 Nestled in a corner a desk stood. She caressed its top drawer handle, pulled it open and held her breath. Inside a shiny object gleamed..
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