And the silence in the woods presses in from every side.
I feel the raindrops beginning to fall. Drip Drip Drip.
I look skyward and the dark ominous clouds look back.
I search for the sun and my soul.
I shiver as the rain starts to pour down.
I think of love--that lake in which we all drown.
How do you know? How do you feel?
Does it start as a sprinkle? A single drop?
Or does the thunder come first?
Is the rain drinkable, or do you feel thirst?
Can you see the clouds gathering?
Or do they all just appear at once?
Should the clouds clear? What happens then?
Is the sun good?
Or an ill omen?
Mrs. Epps lives in a big three-story stone house on top of a hill. The path that leads up the hill is steep and windy. I know that path like the back of my hand: how it gets really marshy on the right side after the third bend when it rains; how the dust kicks up when its dry; the opportune footholds along the side when the path gets icy. The actual beginning of Epps Trail, which is the nickname Ive given it, starts about two miles from my house, but I dont mind the distance.
Epps Trail itself carries on for about a mile. Now, of course, this isnt the only way to gain access to Mrs. Epps house: she has a drivewa
He knew hed pay for his sin.
Hed known for a while. The warning signs had all been there to tell him, not that he followed them anyway. He had been to focused on his own happiness. Oh, how he loved her, even now.
They had been friends forever it seemed, having meet in the early years of childhood. They were drawn to each other, their personalities matching each other perfectly to form a powerful relationship. Their bond held through elementary school, proceeding through junior high and high school. But in high school, he realized a change in their relationship. He no longer saw her as a just a friend, he saw her as his desire. T
Dearest Angel with Torn Wings by Autumnight, literature
Literature
Dearest Angel with Torn Wings
There's an angel in my dream with ragged, torn, and bloody wings. He's not very sure that that they are still there, but I can see them.
Hello, Angel with torn wings. Why don't you come and walk with me? Tell me why your wings hurt so to mend the tears and clot blood flow.
Better now, my mending angel? Still getting there I see. Can't believe it's been around a year since you've met up with me. A present for you, my dear angel, cloth work wings, now whole and true. For all the good you've done for me I'd like to return and give to you.
Hello again, how have you been? Getting along these past few weeks. I look
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