Resultado narrado por "Bill Oberst Jr." em Todas as categorias

Come in and sample an entirely different sort of fairy tale - coming to you from a faraway land and written by authors of whom you have never heard.

Walking death, they're called. And those horrible macadamia trees. But their real names are Whig, Mary Jane, and Quetzalcoatl, just to name three of them. Trees don't walk. But here they do. In Ill Met by Moonlight they walk, they kill, they eat people, and then they're...nope. Telling you more would spoil the fun.

After a beautiful wedding, followed by a powerful word from God, Frankie and Karen should have lived happily ever after. But, as soon as the service ends, chaos begins. Each character from the Greatest Love Series is thrust into a whirlwind of drama filled with abuse, betrayal, secrets, and scandals.

"I once was homeless, hungry, and afraid. I was cast away by society, deemed a street urchin not worth their time. I felt as if I was a ghost fading into the wind. Over the years, homeless people have been looked at as a problem. When in truths, they are not. They are not a political issue or a scourge. When I was homeless I came across a wide range of people. With stories that deserve to be told. Maybe these poems will change something.... Maybe they won't.... All that matters is that they change you."

"Something Wicked Dwells" has been published in numerous literary journals including The Horror Zine Summer Digest 2012 and Speculative Poets of Texas (2015). The poem is perfect for teachers to play to their students to engage and encourage them in poetry and the genre of horror and all things scary. Archived at the UCLA Library of Special Collections.

A little girl fades into the whispers of the wind. She was thrown into a beautiful haze of chaos. Lost. Alone. Hungry. "Will anyone save me?" This is the true life story of a little girl, a box, a few Russians, a bottle of whiskey, and a song of sorrow. Life is hard. You're born, you fall, you rise, and then after it all your life fades into the sands of time. Ashes to Ashes.....dust to dust. In the end we all fall down. When you fall what will you be remembered for?