There is a lure that is always present. It calls to us in the middle of the night, it howls its presence and it appeals to the raw animal deep inside of us. Every time we wake, it is there, lingering, just outside the city gates.

It calls.

And then it grows louder.

***The night was dark, as it had been for the past two decades since the ( Read more... )

“Are you serious?” Amy tapped her foot on the worn marble of the floor in the check-in area, “That can’t be true ( Read more... )

It was always something.

I would be looking up, finding my way out, and then something would remind me that I’d better watch my feet.

I’d trip, I’d fall, and after I was done dusting myself off, I’d remind myself that that was just how things were.

***It was raining cats and dogs - of course - and I was wearing the patent ballerinas I had ( Read more... )

There was a light at the end of the tunnel.

It was weak, and flickering, but it was enough to make her run as fast as she could. It was enough to make her ignore the pain, to go the extra mile on uneven ground. Enough … until the light collapsed on her.

***“Coffee ( Read more... )

There is a poll happening over at therealljidol and it's extremely tight ... It is located HERE.

Because I cannot stay up for the official results (they happen at 2-3 AM my time), I'd appreciate a vote :)

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination
and life to everything.” - Plato

I’ve heard the whispers. They’ve come to me since the beginning, and they will be with me until the end. The harmonies. The heavenly spheres carrying me. The music flows through my veins, endlessly, and it carries my burden with ( Read more... )

This week is an intersection, and I worked with lapis_lazuli615. Her entry on the topic of Shubusa can be found here and while both entries can be read separately, I suggest you read hers first ( Read more... )

It was dark, and she did not like being up the mountain that late. But she had no choice, and she stayed, her back against the cold rock, shivering, the moon her only source of light ( Read more... )

“It won’t hurt, not in the slightest bit,” the masked man spoke, waving his wand over the crowd, “At the count of three, you will fall asleep ( Read more... )

“Bring some fresh towels.” The old woman whispered, putting a stack of freshly ironed towels into the little girls’ hands. “Hurry ( Read more... )