The Dream I had last night:
The children giggled with excitement as they reached into the box. Each one brought out a tiny bunny, the little baby fluff balls running from shades of pure white to midnight black. 504 more words
Like clockwork she hobbles through the door of the pub Short and hunched carrying her world in her bags She is younger than the lines on her face That embody her life of booze and fags They call her the crazy welly lady I call her future me She is the only evidence i need To prove that time travel is real. - E.
Have you ever had a unexplained experience? Have you ever witnesses the paranormal? Do you write short stories or poems that deal with the darkness? I want to hear from you. 28 more words