When everything else starts to fade with the shadows, and the last sun rays hit the dead leaves among the greens, you begin to understand why Van Gogh clung on to yellow. The sea is calm, and the mountains trace triangles down to the horizon against pink clouds and purple skies. Sunbeams through the leaves,Continue reading “Sunsets”
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The First Curse
The silence was eerie. The darkness seemed to have swallowed all that had life, for the only thing Sammael could hear was his own breaths. Nevertheless, that didn’t mean nobody else was there . . .or that nobody would be there. Bringing up the hand that was not holding a sword, Sammael conjured a littleContinue reading “The First Curse”
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