I don't know where these are coming from, weird dreams when I dream at all...
To sight I exist vampirically,
Self-taught by books theoretically,
Though I may write poetically,
Sealed in during the day, I am hermetically…
Humanity I do scare,
Less do they fear a grizzly bear,
Those who can, cringe in a stare,
Others try to run, better for me to hunt,
And frankly either way I surely don’t care…
Nope, none of the above. Just trying to write a bad vampire poem, that's all.
Brad Stroker wrote a good story back a couple of centuries ago. We should have left it at that. But, a bunch of hangers on and want to be famous writers followed and manipulated the story countless times… ad nausea. I certainly appreciate originality but rarely see it in all these sequels and rewrites.
A half-zythian bard gets caught up in an affair with the Duchess of Highlake. The Duke wants him dead and our hero is forced to flee through a forest that no one has ever returned from.
An ex-soldier, now turned farmer, wakes one day to find mysterious marks on his hands and wrists. All seems well until black riders appear and kidnap his family. On his journey to recover his lost loved ones and to discover the meaning of the strange
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Always,
Deborah
So say a prayer and take a deep toke
Stay kool brother
William
Michael D.
Still, it's probably the cheap stuff you're drinking.
Marry Christmas. No spell check required, :)
Brad Stroker wrote a good story back a couple of centuries ago. We should have left it at that. But, a bunch of hangers on and want to be famous writers followed and manipulated the story countless times… ad nausea. I certainly appreciate originality but rarely see it in all these sequels and rewrites.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane