Dear Mr. M, My son will be starting college in the fall as an Environmental Science Major with a Minor in Art. Over the past
Was human life as precious in the dark recesses of the past as it is now? When we dwelt in rude huts and lacked
I seek you out I attack Then sing the song of my people Loud With gusto And wake the dead And the living To cry
When we’re not discussing 18th Century political philosophy and obscure South American literary figures … Summer is almost here which means the annual Vampire Maman’s
They dressed them up in boots and buttons. Teenage days wondering if things would ever become less boring. A beautiful gown of silk and lace.
Short Story Sunday: Dark Dreams of the Hunted Sharp pain then exquisite pleasure unlike anything he’d every imagined. Teeth sinking into his neck, the idea