Foreword: This tale is set at what should have been the End of Days, or Armageddon. Some even call it The Apocalypse. It is a tale of betrayal, love, and salvation... I give full credit for inspiration for this tale to Jon Shaffer and Iced Earth from the following albums: 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' 'Framing Armageddon' 'The Crucible of Man' \m/...
It had been more than two hours since he started playing Red Dead Redemption. He was totally engrossed in the game. And she was bored. She had put the dishwasher on, listened to her playlist on Spotify, she had even tried painting for a bit. Now she was bored. She wanted to play and she wanted him to play with her. He didn't even notice her, so focused on h...
*~* Giles circled Willow, a small bundle of burning herbs in his hand. His face was lined in concentration, focusing on the book he held in his other hand. As he ended the the spell, the Watcher said."Let the demon depart!" He scrutinized Willow, looking for evidence that the spell worked. There was small surge of energy that went through the young redhead,...
Prologue The moon was shining sweetly. It did not know my deception. I saw it, but it could not see me. For all good purposes, I suppose I am a vampire and the moon is my ally. I am often invisible to it and humans by my own wishes. Nighttime wanderings are my hobby. I pray on humans, destroying their souls, sometimes taking them as my own. I am what I am....
The city was dark in the year 3535. Christmas would never be the same as the dark pitch black flakes fell to the ground. The world was only surviving , living for the moment. The wars had changed mankind for worse. The cities and streets were ours only in the dark daylight hours. Black clouds hung over cities and spitted black snow . People walked like...
The little Italian restaurant survived as a gem for two decades between a laundry mat with a Cinderella wall mural and a bicycle shop. On the left front of Osteria's sustained an outside bar, separated by brick walls, open on weekends. Bus boys shot out of dark alleys with grey tubs of ice, beer bottles, and wine. Peter bartended. The twenty six year old wor...
Tuesday morning, November 20, 1956, Tom Seldon picked up his FBI partner Charles Richards for work. The police officers assigned to watch the Richards' house that morning escorted his wife Diana to the movie studio where she worked. They informed her that the officers assigned to watch for the evening would meet her at the front gate of the studio at around...
Pt. 4- FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES The Japanese Ambassador's Crimes {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate fi...
My Beloved, Yeshua, These words fall on your tomb this night, my letter to the dead. My heart would burst without these vellums to contain it. I remain your faithful follower, your devoted 'ezar k'negdo. Your teachings breathe my belly, Rebbe. I am eternally your disciple. I would lie with you one last time under this full moon, the watchful eye of God, the...
"So how are we doing this?" Alex spoke out while clenching his fists, his ears lifted sharply forward. "I say we just hit them by surprise. There's no mistake which ones they are. I could have a bullet in both their heads before they have a chance to shift." I showed my teeth in a sneer while focusing on the road. "You haven't even killed yet Alice, are yo...