All about the Sims
And I turned, turned from what lay behind,
that I might better see what lay ahead.
With shouts and much heaving of rope and chain, the Justine hoisted anchor and left the port. 2,920 more words
1 week, 3 days
Once more within the Potter’s house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
– The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, no. 82
The noonday sun blazed over the marketplace. 3,711 more words
In came wine, out went secrets …
Rhonda was sitting on the couch, glass of Shiraz in hand, when the front door opened.
Dave came in slowly and leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath. 3,652 more words
All unwilling captives find a way to break their chains …
Rhonda Tidewater Bradshaw touched the wallpaper in the dining room. It was gilt with pure silver, woven with threads of silk. 2,178 more words
A tale of loss, betrayal … and madness.
*with grave apologies to the late Edgar Allen Poe and George Eliot*
I stare at the mirror in front of me. 2,277 more words
Who the hell is Piper? My guess is most people reading this have never heard of this band. But Piper was the band that 453 more words
Six String Revolution
An underrated gem that captures the Stones in what would prove to be their most creatively contentious year – the album that followed this was… 164 more words