Quiet words A whisper in the night The cracks of twigs Wind sings Through the Oaks and darkness A faint flash From an overhead plane

Quiet words A whisper in the night The cracks of twigs Wind sings Through the Oaks and darkness A faint flash From an overhead plane
Happy New Year. I’m watching the 2019 Rose Parade, drinking coffee, and sitting with my cat. One of the cats at least. The other one
The only noise Is the clock Almost as old as I am From 1876 Still running like new, And the sounds of random Traffic In
This is Werewolf Week here at Vampiremaman.com I’ve been posting stories of Werewolves, in relation to Vampires, the modern world, friendship, and the never ending
Part 1: My Wish To You Some wish for peace on Earth. For years I wished for peace in my own family but I’ve given
I imagine myself on a beach. I smell the salt air and feel the wind on my face. The foam laps at my feet. The