Ones and zeros, black poppy petals, dreams. Don’t you be afraid.
This is your own demise. Without fear you should have stayed.
Don’t you be afraid, don’t you be afraid, don’t you be afraid. 36 more words
Friday sauntered into the back yard, having planned a lovely morning nap. He stopped with a start at the sight of a man whom he had never seen before, and who most definitely did not belong in Trixie’s back yard, reaching out to grab Charlie, the grey and white rabbit who had arrived with Kathleen several days earlier. 1,219 more words
With Halloween a scant two weeks away, it’s that time of year when many poets and writers turn their minds and pens to the macabre. 488 more words