Craving Stories

The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had been dormant for many centuries, and I knew that I must take her life force and make it my own.ooOooI was born long before the present day in a small town in what is now Rum...

Again, I close my eyesand wait for you, Dear Muse,never knowing if you will comeand enter me today,and if you do, I have no notionwhat you will bring.I glance out at the eastern sky,at the orange glow then close my eyes againand sit here in my darkness,waiting with delicious coffee-- the warmbrown brew I cravelike I crave you.I take that first warm sip-- the sound of “ahhhh” risingfrom my throat-- a sound so pure and fill...