I never once told Julia how much her friendship meant to me. It’s too late now, of course. Even if she hadn’t died the way she did, and lung cancer is an ugly way to go, I never would have said anything to her about it. I’m just not that sort of person. I don’t want anyone to know what they mean to me, unless they mean nothing. That, I don’t mind ( Read more... )

Dear Master Barnabas ( Read more... )

Dead.

Muse: Barnabas Collins
Fandom: Dark Shadows (Misc. TV)
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Photo promptSeagulls are brutal birds, no better than vermin, really. In a little fishing village like Collinsport, the filthy things are everywhere, far more noticeable and offensive than rats could ever be. They make everyone miserable at one time or another, messing in the garbage, fighting with each other around the boats, crapping on ( Read more... )

I am not a very forgiving personality. One might say that character flaw is the root of all my woes. Some grudges are just meant to be held to the grave. And beyond ( Read more... )

Most people wish I would stop living in the past. They seem to think I should stop mourning everything I’ve lost and to be grateful for what I have now. After all, at least I’m not still chained inside that coffin in the family mausoleum anymore ( Read more... )

Have you ever experienced something you couldn’t explain? Write down your brushes with the mysterious.Pardon me for laughing. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to catch my breath in the conventional way of speaking, otherwise I would be unable to speak for many minutes ( Read more... )

I love best when daytime takes hold and night passes away forever, no matter the weather or time of year ( Read more... )

The first time I saw a car, I had no idea what to make of it. It was rather frightening, to tell the truth. A pair of those "headlights" came sweeping out of the darkness at me one night as I was walking along the road towards Collinsport. I nearly died from the shock (figuratively speaking, of course). I had not yet gotten used to electric light ( Read more... )

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Barnabas Collins. I was born in Collinsport, Maine, in the year of our Lord 1775, give or take a bit. Back in those days, we were not so concerned with keeping records. After all this time, my memory is a bit frayed around the edges ( Read more... )