This used to be a quiet place. The world inside my head, a gentle, quiet reprieve from the dim reality outside. I don’t know how it happened;
By Anna Darlene22 days ago in Poets
The bells tolled in the distance, marking the night and warning the village of the coming offering. Every year this night comes and every year it haunts the forlorn parents of Wrenwood.
By Anna Darlene2 years ago in Fiction