After the parade, after the rainbow banners disappear from shop windows and after technicolour stops bathing the city streets at night, you are still worthy of love and acceptance.
By Maeve A. Baird4 years ago in Poets
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Seamus held his audience captive, as always from around the crackling bonfire, the rising embers punctuating each ghostly syllable.
By Maeve A. Baird4 years ago in Horror
