Chapter 5 We’d always known the real witches were quite different from the witches on television or in books. I’d always imagined it was someone like Little Maddie. Young and complex who was surrounded by miracles that she half didn’t notice she was making happen.
Dollhouse Porcelain, Chapter 14 I remember those hot nights in Cameroon. No air conditioning. Just brewing in my own fucking anger. I guess it took being betrayed by my friends and my own mother for me to let the child go. The heat was very
Demonology “Can you read it?” The Victrola Manor was like a place out of time, a place to rest without consequence. The darkness in that way was a sanctuary, a place to recharge and forget the things the world we had to be. We’re sitting
Chapter 13 “Do you expect me to beg for my life?” I ask. “Your life isn’t in danger,” Candice states, “Just your trip.” I didn’t know what the hell they were going to do to me but I knew I was tied up and being
Chapter 3 “I hope you don’t mind me not putting a shirt back on,” he states, “It’s quite hot in Louisiana…” Not hotter than hell, I assume. I look at Promise. My mind wondering how I couldn’t sense exactly what he was. If Little Maddie
Chapter 12 “I need your help.” We arrive at an African market. Colorful prints stream from the marketplace lines. I used to imagine being able to really come to Africa and get lost in the idea of an African market. I thought about the busy
Chapter 2 I think I’m falling asleep at the wheel again. Great way to die. Some people are afraid of death, not me though. Maybe it’s because I never really liked life all that much. Maybe that’s why I’m having a dream about hell right
Chapter 1 Papa Midnight. Papa Midnight. Chicken legs, Chicken Heart Papa Midnight. Papa Midnight. I hear that creeping in the dark. Papa Midnight. Papa Midnight. Feel the scares about to start. Papa Midnight. Papa Midnight. Soon we’ll never be apart. Papa Midnight. Papa Midnight. He
Adonis grunts. He’s sweating from the African sun as he plows into Kordell. Adonis’s dick is big and Kordell looks like he can’t take it all. He has one hand back on Adonis’s chest trying desperately to make sure that Adonis doesn’t go too deep.
Chapter 14 The 86th race. I remember Arwen mentioning this before. I remember the Dread mentioning them before. What was the name of the old race? The race that no one remembered. The race that disappeared. “The Forgotten Ones,” the Dread states. My mother nods,