matthewclarke7

My perennial silhouette blackens my dark cold heart, cools my icy flesh, steals all my warmth, my grace it takes, instills (only devouring) ruminations and splits my hollow soul apart. ...

Where is the place where the grass glows and the gold sunlight grows? It is where my truest friends depart. And, where is the place where the air fills the ...

Hey! Thanks for the review! I really appreciate it and I am glad you liked the story. :) I hope I get around to finishing it, but so far I ...

Love it! As I said on fb chat, it definitely makes me think of that sweltering Summer heat we all know too well; that hot, sticky, humid, unendurable heat that ...

Zachary’s Journal 12th October 1905 -21:59- I have never much liked journals. They just seem quite… silly to me. I mean, what with writing down all your personal details and ...

Yes, you do have a point 'danipower' lol but I must say, I think it would be best to make chapters as short as they can be. It helps quicken ...

Wicked. There's not much I would change about this... in fact, I actually really can't think of anything that you have really done wrong. Damn, I was really looking forward ...

Thank you for your review! What you were saying about it being too long was exactly what I thought! I was actually planning on cutting chapter one in half. I ...

Well overall I found the prologue to be quite interesting. However, the opening sentence The barman waited a few moments for the customer to get a proper look at the ...

Bruce Foster 19th of February 2012 CHAPTER ONE The fire was roaring. The fire was ferocious. The fire was never ending, golden, bright. The fire’s whispers were cool, placid. It’s ...