(Originally published 13 July 2008)
It’s hard to see Lycanthropy but you can taste it off the tip of my tongue.
Lunar Princess, you’re the moon, and I can’t help but listen to the song you’ve sung. 267 more words
Lorraine set me up with an easel in the backroom by the window, with an old blanket down to protect the carpet. She brought it back from one of her long shopping expeditions, along with a load of acrylic paints and a selection of brushes. 2,003 more words