What the fuck was he doing here? His head felt groggy and he didn’t recognise his surroundings; fear began to set in. He tried to wipe the sweat from his eyes but he couldn’t move his arms, it seemed they were bound with something; perhaps he was paralyzed? Had he been in an accident? Was this hospital?
She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….
This may not come as a shock to those of you who know me and I do wonder myself some days but I was quite surprised to be told that I need help by a journalist. The fact that it wasn’t just me she was addressing but all ‘women over 50’ didn’t make me feel any better! So, what now? Another bit of me is going to dry up or drop off? A scientist has decided that I should stop going to the gym because my skeleton is busy crumbling to dust inside my wrinkled skin?
Good morning one and all :O) Here we are again at the end of another week and it’s time for Song Lyric Sunday; the perfect way to discover new music and find new friends. As always the prompt has been given to us by the lovely Helen and this week it’s take/taking. If you’d like to play along, and I hope that you will, here are some rules for you:
I don’t know if it’s all this talk of Halloween but I got to thinking about the terror that can be found in a truly evil smile. You know what I mean, the mouth is turned up at the edges but the eyes belong to someone who wants to do unspeakable things to you (and not in a good way!). Therefore, in the spirit of sharing and maybe scaring the crap out of you I thought I’d put together some of my favourites (and by favourites I mean those that, after the first viewing, gave me nightmares for weeks…….