A – Z April: M
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And he gave and he bled till nothing was left to give.
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And his spirit did break as her nourishment.
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And the soul was devoured leaving nothing to him.
“More,” she cried as she tried to feed on him,
But the husk was discarded when she saw he was dead.
God With Us!
...like butta' on your toast!
Don't Panic! It's just my collection of book reviews, writing, and other randomness.
some unlocked thoughts on writing, reading, hobbit feeding
Where Dreams Take Flight
I'm visiting each place in the song "I've Been Everywhere". This is my story.
Fantasy Writer and Cartographer
Author
Fun, fantastical escapes
"Before the sea she stood, still as a statue but for the wind rippling in her loose lavender-grey dress and toying with her black hair - it billowed in the salty breath of the ocean like a flag of defiance."
The gentle musings of a madman...
Author of science fiction and fantasy stories, choosing to write the stories that he would love to read.
a place for a little bit of everything
Follow along with the hijinks of an emerging writer
my little reading & writing corner of the internet
A classic daily devotional
My journey to being the beauty that lives inside my dreams...
We create worlds you can only imagine.
LovintheLit
Sounds painful.
Damned Dementors. Or, you know, ex gfs 😉 It was inspired by a song…of which I cannot remember the name.
Youch. Love should not work this way!
Vampires! 😉 Btw, I lied the other day. I do fb stalk. And then go “I should have kept her as a thumb nail.” I caught myself doing it today.