Time Running Out

Game of the Life

Sunday’s Verse, Thought and Quote



picture-it-write-39; Under the Spell

-Collecting youth. by alexstoddard on Flickr.

The sharp nail scraped my chin. It may as well have been a blade as the lethal, gritty edge punctured my skin. With my half closed and yet fluttering eyes, it was hard to see the person before me. I wanted to run but I needed the money. I needed to seal this deal. The darkness was thick and appeared to pulse rapidly, just like my wild heart. “Lavish in your newly acquired riches,” the gravelly voice spoke, from neither a man or woman but something much more hellish. “But the clock is ticking and I will collect.” The gnarled finger caressed my cheek and I shuddered.

 Ermisenda Alvarez



Predator (Revised)

A Deathly Grip

That Quiets My Soul

Souls Unsuspecting

Dirty Tricks


Prejudice (Revised)

Foundations Crumble