Elena Rodriguez's hands trembled as she poured her coffee, spilling drops onto the worn cabin floor. Ten years as a forest ranger, and she'd never felt this uneasy. The storm outside howled, a sound she usually found comforting, but tonight it felt different—menacing, almost sentient. She glanced at the photo on her desk—her and her father, both in ranger uniforms, smiling in front of this very cabin. He had disappeared i...

It was haunted. It had to be. How else could it be doing what it was doing, stealing her soul bit by bit? Evil. Sadistic. It was incessant and invasive, convincing her that the world outside was not what it seemed. Pitting her against herself, that was its strategy. Whatever it was that lived inside that clock. She wasn’t even sure where it came from. Was it there all along; when she’d moved in? Or, did someone sneak into...

  "Go into the Lavender Tower at night," they said.   "We dare you," they said.   Obviously they'd never had the courage to try it for themselves. For the fourth time the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as something in the cold, dark room flitted amongst the headstones commemorating countless deceased Pokémon. Shaye tried to ignore the dark shapes he saw―or thought he saw―moving just outside his field of vision...

Their eyes met, she recognized his soul. Giving an impious wink,she turned away. Igniting a spark, deep in his licentious spirit. Knowing that moment,they were meant to dance. An inferno of desire consumed him,he sauntered across the floor. Making his way toward her, blinded by her splendor. Glancing over her shoulder,sensing his advance. Touching her bare arm,he felt her tremble. Speaking almost sympathetically, "Are you...

Grandmother please Hear my plea Great spirit Come to me Show me the way Take my hand Give me the strength To understand Give me a sign Make me see I need you help I need you wisdom Your strength and guidance Your loving hand You have never failed me Always been here for me Show me what to do Which path to take I am so confused

As morning light my window breaks  Warm sunbeams dance and wash my face  With fairy fingers fine as lace  My only thought is you  Was it just a dream supposed  Above us moon lit silver rose  As blood red lips firm kisses showed  The needs of our embrace Your body alabaster white  Hair flowed bright orange in that light  Soft full breasts so milky white  Firm fondling in my hands  Pale petal rose pink nipples stand  All st...

Once again she had awoken late, which was unlike her, and in her dressing gown and slippers, surveyed her living room, surprised at what she saw. It wasn’t as she knew it, and what she was used to. It was different. It was tidy. Margaret Hayes was 65, and had lived on her own for twenty-one years. She looked at the spotless carpet, the polished ornaments on all shelves, and could detect an odour of marine scented air fres...

Within my family there has always been a constant tie on my mother’s side. Since as far back as we can recall we have been very in tune with spirits and could sense and sometimes see the spirit world. It is because of this that we all have had our share of negative and positive experiences. From my earliest days I have memories of spirits, of creatures, and of the air around me growing still and foreign. However just as I...

Your love beheld my heart, So battered and bruised. Your love cried for my spirit, So broken and abused. Your love kissed my soul, Its warmth pierced my heart. Melting the deep sadness, Allowing sorrow to depart. Your love enshrouds me, Protects me from the past. Brings forth my trust again, And the faith it will last. Your love is potent, So rich and so pure. Its brightness blinds me, In its light, I’m secure. Your love...

It was the year I was doing show in Omaha, Nebraska that I met Sandy, a self proclaimed white witch. I had been fascinated by the dark arts for some time and began to read and dabble in them attempting to expand my sometimes ESP experiences. I was standing by my stage in between shows when I saw this mildly attractive woman walking by with two children tow.I looked at her, and the name Sandy just jumped into my head. As s...

The heavy oak paneled door was firmly closed, its shiny brass latch securely locked — until she had taken her eyes off it for a moment. She had turned away from the door to return the broom to its cupboard when a gust of wind blew a shower of rustling variegated yellow, orange, brown and red detritus at her back and into the hallway yet again. She turned and stared in open mouthed disbelief at the wide open door, helpless...

Empathetic Eyes Not too long ago, in a city very like your own there lived a boy. One who possessed a very special gift. He was able to see the world around him and all manner of spirits which lived in it. Because of this he also had a close relationship with his spirit guide who took the form of black cat with both a blue eye and a green one. Always at his side she stayed guiding him towards the truth and his ideal self....

As I get older, the more I appreciate life.Take the little Chickadee I found today.Once, living life with not too much strife.On its back, still, lifeless, black and grey.It had flown into a window ending verve.Spirit leaving his body in a millisecond. At the end, not sufficient time to swerve.To the universe its spirit beckoned.Picking its frozen body from the ground.This could be me, or a family member.Maybe a friend, d...

Storm consumedLove vanished.Spirit destroyed.Hopes crushedDreams shatteredDesires Abandoned Heart woundedEmotions perplexedFriends comfortedSupport offeredRefuge advocatedStrength restoredDreams createdDesires restoredHeart mendedEmotions repairedStorm stoppedLove thrivedSpirit sustainedHopes flourished