

Soul Harvest, Ch. 2 The closer we get to the City, the less I care for Sarah. She’s done nothing wrong, but we are close—so close—to the finish line. I pick up speed, forcing Sarah to trot next to me. “Can we slow down?” she whimpers and my anger is ignited. I whirl around, sending a large puff of dust up behind my and let me other worldliness show. Sarah’s eyes widen until I see my own reflection in them. She takes in my wild black hair, contorted features, black eyes, and the coarse black wings that have suddenly appeared from my back. “I am Reaper,” I say. Before I can vent my frustrations, a howl rises up from behind her andSoul Harvest, Ch. 2


Soul Harvest, Ch. 1 A sharp scream fills the air. Did that sound come from me? I can't tell, so I press my hands over my lifeless lips and shiver in my hiding spot. Please don't find me...Please don't find me. There is a crackle off to the right, just below my perch in the branches of an oak tree. The scene becomes surreal in my mind- like the time I dreamt I was on a boat and turned into a chicken. A dark shape passes beneath my feet. Then silence. It seemed I was spared- for the night.Soul Harvest, Ch. 1
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"Honey, slow down for Mommy," a singsong voice calls to the chil
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peace & chaos
rui.aya
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I'm drained but aching for more
And the devil inside is reading
The words of the saddest poem
To be engraved on the stone of my grave
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"Once the mind has been stretched by a new idea,
it will never again return to its original size."
...Oliver Wendell Holmes
*macrophoto
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Breathe.
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