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A Peeking Glance at Hobb's End
Idyllic days with constant golden rays shimmering from above.
Then the nights come....
Whispers, darkness, tangible cosmic horror, ceaseless, and everywhere.
An isolate, desolate, rural place, where under a primordial 'evil' dreams.
A place where no dreams come.
Where stars flicker too brightly and caused 'ol Browning to kill his wife.
Where the whippoorwills mock in their constant song.
A place where no songs are sung.
'Evil' slips near to waking and stranger things begin.
Then the days come....
Then the nights come....
Whispers, darkness, tangible cosmic horror, ceaseless, and everywhere.
An isolate, desolate, rural place, where under a primordial 'evil' dreams.
A place where no dreams come.
Where stars flicker too brightly and caused 'ol Browning to kill his wife.
Where the whippoorwills mock in their constant song.
A place where no songs are sung.
'Evil' slips near to waking and stranger things begin.
Then the days come....
Published 21st Jan 2014
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21st Jan 2014 2:27pm
Yes !! Fantastic... :)*Peeking*
Idyllic days... love that line and how it kicks it off.
Idyllic days... love that line and how it kicks it off.
21st Jan 2014 2:29pm
