The Eternal Struggle The night’s air briskly stole the heat from my lips as a thief would jewels, the foggy mist surrounded me in its entirety, making life & time seem as if it were standing still, every sound heard as clear as river running dry, my blood ran cold with fear from the nights cold stare, the pitch black woods surrounding me drove all thoughts of safeness from my orpheus, I continued walking as …showed first 75 words of 363 total…

…showed last 75 words of 363 total…the distance, a drawling, snarling beast is what I envisioned, as got closer the beast came into focus. This creature's dismal silhouette fell to the ground reveling a beaten & battered dog, the mangy mutt followed me as if I were a bone. A little ways more in the distance came the front of the dilapidated house, torn, tattered, water beaten, destroyed, were the only words that came to mind, to describe the huge white house.