The Preacher

Up in the north where the cold winds blow, lived a preacher who referred to himself as the “Devil’s Son.” He hardly ever left his home on the mountain top where he applied himself to the study of religious matters. One would suspect that he deliberately closed himself off from the world in search of…

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Four words, Forwards

Night time always brings about the flood. The downpour of suppressed thoughts, painful memories, and rains of regret. They fall free from the precipice of worry. It’s always so dark when the daylight falls. I pick up the shot glass of pity begging me to indulge, because I know what is to come. I need…

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A Gift From You to You

I’ve been searching for something that lasts. To receive or give a gift that promises more than temporary. Something  that can be cherished and cares to stay a while. I pride myself in that kind of thing, having an excellent head of hair and things that want to stay. To each his own. You understand…

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