AND IT BEGAN
After men have nearly evaporated into the dust, one last effort is made by the Universe to offer them salvation.
After men have nearly evaporated into the dust, one last effort is made by the Universe to offer them salvation.
Time comes and goes and never returns - why do we count hours, minutes, seconds, sand?
Volcanoes erupting, the ground on fire, people climbing up to escape the heat as the heat rises and the source of the devastation sits in a pool giving off wisps of toxins that kill.
She sits reading a book in the silence when she hears the tiny voice of something... there! in the corner, something hanging there... it would be a transforming experience for her.
Three Green Berets go into a city after the bomb, to search for any survivors and to give report. There was something else there, under the debris, that was a far greater threat.
Jill D. Ponto-Miller was a beautiful soul who had an extraordinary ability to write through her feelings. She, like so many creative souls, suffered from intense highs and extreme lows. As most writers understand, during our lows we are able to purge the pain... sometimes. Ms. Ponto-Miller was unable to purge any more...
Dark. Worked overtime and walking to the bus-stop. A handsome man waits there too. What happens next will quicken your heart, deepen your breath, and leave you wondering about chance encounters. Mature readers only.
women will go to any lengths to attract a man in hopes of finding love. what they find is a one night stand. this goes on and on until she no longer feels worthy and begins to fracture. some can pick up the pieces and put them back together, some cannot.
A walk. Alone. Questions and more questions. Answers and more answers. Discovering ones destiny. Is it destiny or fate? It was only a walk. Alone.
He loved her. She loved him. Destiny took her away and destiny brought them back together. Believing in the unbelievable, trusting in miracles, letting go of logic and embracing the magic... of love. Love can do remarkable things. Love can create impossible possibilities.
We praise Him when all things are good. We plead with Him when things become frightening. We sacrifice for Him to attain favor. We excuse His absence as being His will and we tell ourselves He knows what is best for us. Never do we ask ourselves why we are helpless puppets who never see the hand that animates us in...
There is a story, an urban legend, a tale about black eyed children that is so frightening yet it has yet to be substantiated by authorities. Those who have seen them and live to tell - well, they will never be the same and substantiation is the least of their concerns. But what of those who go missing?
A young boy watches the sensual dance behind the shaded window of the apartment directly across from his. The desire of the man and woman play out in silhouette. But, all of that changes quickly once the man leaves the room. He returns and hell breaks loose. What the boy witnesses is frightening. The nightmare never...
Married too long. Habits that drive you crazy. Just turn that f....ing television off so I can sleep! Wait, there is something there, over there....
So many women suffer from depression - much of which is caused by mere situational stimuli... like being forgotten. When we are forgotten, it doesn't take long for us to forget who we are and why we are here. Here is the story of a beautiful and graceful woman who has lost herself, hidden behind darkened windows, rend...
The moon is cyclic and so is woman. When woman bleeds the bloodletting begins. Lovers.
Watchers, Fallen Angels, Nephilim - Azazael - A personal note to one of those whose names now fill the pages of books of "evil" ones. He is not evil.
Who knows what one might hear or see when taking a walk through the woods, perhaps a stairway leading... somewhere... and you could hear the distant cries of someone down there. FOLLOW LINK TO THE WORDS TO THIS READING: https://soundcloud.com/m-teresa-clayton/the-stairway
Can you see them? Far into the wooded grounds where a hollowed opening allows them to burn their flame and dance? This is no ordinary dance - no, this dance is the dance of the witches lust - a fornication beneath the moon that will plant the seeds that will bloom in June. The children, the product of lust fed upon Au...
Knowing she will die by a blade - she makes the greatest sacrifice by not allowing him to take her life with his blade. She decided to plunge the dagger into herself and lead him with her blood flowing o'er the ground. No mercy for him if he finds her still alive with her dagger in hand.
Coming Up! Pirate Radio Podcasts™ Episode #37 - 1st Annual Halloween Special Tonight's guest: renowned mystic author, medium, poet, and esoteric historian M Teresa Clayton https://www.facebook.com/The.Mystress... https://www.facebook.com/M-Teresa-Cla... http://mysticverses.webstarts.com/ http://www.lulu.com/spotligh...
The Lady of the Moor, a tragic story told in verse, and recited by, our Mystress - M Teresa Clayton. This author is superb in her storytelling skills and has several awards for her various works of Written Art. To hear her speak her words is her gift to her many fans and I am one of them. Having followed her for more...
Vampires take your blood and leave you dead, dying or transforming. Aurali use osmosis to exchange souls - no harm done - or is there?