A day, like all days,
Pain and sorrow color me,
The worst of all hues.
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There Weren't Always Dragons in Northport...
Chapter One: A Goblin In Northport The bitter cold wind attempted to snatch his hood away from his head, but a quick movement of his hand held it into place. Unfortunately, this distracted him from seeing the root from a nearby tree jutting up from the ground. As he tumbled face first into the frigid white powder, stars burst behind his eyes as a terrible and searing pain shot up his left leg. He cried out and rolled over onto his back. He grabbed his left foot certain he had broken it and was all but cursing his lack of attention. He opened his yellow eyes and let his heat sense take over in the near darkness.
By William Yarnell4 years ago in Fiction
Ghostly Happenings in Colorado
Disturbed Spirits In Denver, an expanse of greenery, Cheesman Park comes with a macabre history since it was once a burial ground known as Mount Prospect Cemetery established by General William Larimer in 1858. The job of exhuming bodies began, and some were left behind resting beneath the park. However, the ghostly spirits don’t wish to rest in peace beneath the park, and visitors here have felt cold touches, seen ghostly children playing at night, and heard a singing lady who disappears when approached.
By Rasma Raisters3 days ago in Horror
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I like this, and the photo of Clint. Like an arrow to the heart <3