Ron and Spiders
There is always someone who is deathly afraid of those eight legged critters. Poor Ron...
A Taste of Dark...
Here is a little taste of WITCH DARK, my work in progress... Not even the full moon or the scattered stars could pierce the blackness of the dense woodland and the heavy mists that settled in around it. The darkness was overwhelming. Even the animal s, accustomed to nature’s changing moods, seemed to fear the very source of these shadows. And it was quiet; it was all too quiet... Twigs snapped somewhere off into the distance, the echoes growing louder and louder with each passing second. Animals, already unnerved, cowered, hiding in their dens. A young man, hooded and cloaked, emerged from the undergrowth and stopped to look at his surroundings. He was displeased. This was not the path he should have been taking and he was late; it was nearing midnight. A frustrated breath passed his lips and he gazed up at the sky, searching for the moon. Even if he couldn’t see it, he knew it was full. It was time. Ignoring the leaves and dirt that had covered his...
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