Creak the board goes, As foot falls in silent hall, Wooden alarm bells, Warning the Spector, His prey is near, Drifting lazily through decreped, Worn down home, Past where Nature has claimed her own, Resting in nooks and crannies, Animals from fields afar, Protected from mankind, Deeper into the home, Drifting along cooridors, Past scattered…
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Adventure: Part 4
THE QUESTION “He ends with a question for another day, another hour, who do you believe the least important person is in your universe, why?” (Excerpt from Part 3 by thoughtscreateweb.blog) Gasps and whispers rose from the circle. Strangers turning to each other and saying, ‘well I don’t know,’ some exclaimed people from past relationships,…
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