Beyond The Woods
The night air was cold and without stars, The clouds shifty with the pace of the wind which did not yield that evening. The light of the moon itself clambered in futility against this setting and what of it could find it's way down to the earth below,...
The Thing Beneath The Bed
The lights are glaring as they pass on by; the streets are wet and the black ground like a mirror. It's raining and some people mind it enough to run in a hurry, others just taking there time and even enjoying it. There is a man of the former whose...