At the age of nine the voices began to speak. Low at first, like the tide of a lake in the morning. Than they began to rise. It took a few years for the voices to become an uproar but, she knew as much as her family knew. Emma Stonier was cursed just like the next generation after her. Her blue eyes became golden as t...
There was a body in a casket, Stiff and still, The man inside the casket had no pulse or never will, My mother stood by there for five whole minutes, She whispered theses words I will never forget, I will always love you, I knew she saw her life go away, He was her world that she just said goodbye, A room full of peo...