Billy and Jesse Martin sat side by side and looked at the giant oak tree, trying to decide what to do. They were playing catch and Jesse had smashed the ball high into the air. It arced down and landed in the bowl of the tree, where a deep dark tear in t… more »
It arrived with the presence of God,And beat at the grey tower's walls,Screaming,Protesting,Seeking.The dark storm rose with the madness in my mind,threatening to topple the grey tower,lashing at the confines of my sanity.A world receded,… more »
In the grey tower,I watched a storm.It billowed and swelled from the edge of the abyss,Coming at me like a malevolent murder of crows.In the blackest hearts of men waited the undeniable abomination of the world's brutal oppression.I felt alone… more »