It is hopelessness that seems to drive one on, that intended ending of doom that increases the heart beat and seems to mean more than anything. I stood at the edge of something that meant nothing to enter a world of fantastic, and watch it all unfold from eyes that have seen pain unjust and deserved it all. And yet I can kiss you with want and hate all the same. It is all so damn temporal this world this life, all is just a game of chance for some fool, court jester to pretend they know more than you will ever and yet so surprised by this idea, a challenge, damn you forever not knowing I was among you, “FEAR US NOT” I am Nosferatu! the thought to place you low some self among immortal crap, yourself within the confines of this reality can you see it, smell it, are you able to understand it. Kiss the sweet William and lay the letters side by side. The truth is there if you seek it and you dare to care, a secret unveiled.
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
A new client talks attorney Stan Turner into acting as his executor and trustee of his estate if he should die. Stan reluctantly accepts, but when the client is murdered before the ink is dry on the paperwork, Stan realizes he has been set up and mus
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Ron