Literature
Her Dark Desire
It stirred in the far corner of her room and in the depths of her mind, dredging up that same rippling fear that all primates hold for the cold blooded and reptilian. The girl was not meant to speak with it, nor was it meant to speak with her, but she was young and naïve and the shadow was old and hungry.
The candle light died from each taper of wax and was reborn in is grinning eyes. The light dimmed but now spitting with burning hunger and pointless hatred. What is the color of this night my child? Why do you call something so old and wild? It was the barest hiss of silver winds beneath a shining moon, enthralling and irresistible, i