I’ve lived these past few years in the depths of these cellars, my eternally night-bound passages in a world of darkness-unlike my house by the lake, however.  A world that, outside my hidden door, is colored in shades of blacks and grays, along with the omnipresent, eerie blue glow of the lake.  Not a problem for my eyes, and me as ( Read more... )

               I had often thought my heart as ice and incapable of love.  I am not usually proven wrong; however, this time I was in the worst possible way.  I lived for so many years without love or initiated social contact, and now that I have tasted it, my heart broke when I realized the truth:  my little blonde Christine could never live in ( Read more... )