Captive Stories

Styles rode at a breakneck speed toward the old Delgatto mine because he knew that a posse was forming and would soon give chase. The mine entrance was on top of a hill and there was only one road leading up to it. From this vantage point, he could see if anyone tried to approach.He remembered seeing it when he first visited Springwood. Due to its location and the fact that the entrance faced to the East he knew it would...

A walk inside my head be a scary trip for most.Things that lurk scare the hell out of me at times.When at the front of my mind and I am their host. Probably a good thing that I only share small bits.Never inviting many to have a closer look inside.You may run, maybe cower in a corner having fits. Fantasies, dreams, desires, mostly inside I hide.Not wanting to let them out because of fear.Mostly I am alone when taking them...