Into The Valley
I have tried to venture beyond the cave, but I can learn little of the beast’s habits. I have seen neither hide nor hair of the creature, nor any other for that matter, during these last two days.
I have tried to venture beyond the cave, but I can learn little of the beast’s habits. I have seen neither hide nor hair of the creature, nor any other for that matter, during these last two days.
The severed goat’s head stared at him from the hay-strewn floor, judgement in its clouding eyes.
‘You will be tested’, the condemned convict said, voice low and accent thick as the Magistrate gave the final chance for redemption to the accused.
He is not mine, this boy. Not of my blood, at least. My sinewy arms cradle his round and tender form. The wind tries to pull him from me, but what can the wind do that even God cannot?
“Well, it’s safe to say her occupation didn’t have her killed” Whether he was right or wrong depends entirely on the meaning one chooses to give to the word “safe”.
Once the private home of a man named James Gilliland, the ranch had been transformed over the years into a mecca for UFO enthusiasts.
“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”
As the first flakes of snow landed on Jocelyn’s parka, the generator spluttered and died. ‘Shit,’ she spat. She tried to brush the flakes from her sleeves, but for every crystal she banished two more fell from above.
Knit one. Purl one. Knit one. Purl one. Amy knits her fifth jumper in as many days.