Her hair blew in the wind as I held her hands in mine, I stared deep into her eyes, I promised, I will come back. I gently brushed a strand away from her face, (Reads: 113)
He walked on, north. The air had gotten colder and colder as he went further north and now it had begun to snow. He ran a gloved hand across his face (Reads: 347)
I had tables booked for two, But at the gate a demon said, Sir wait the guests are not yet through!
She looked at me askance then said, “So this is where you have brought me!” (Reads: 184)
The room was lit brightly. Blinding lights focused on a shiny white stage. A gleaming black desk stood right in the middle of it all. Everything shined obscenely. Everything seemed to be waiting with bated breath for something. (Reads: 2,884)