The Shouting Grounds

Life is fragile. With one breath, we exhale to conquer the world. With the next, we can gasp in horror as everything comes crumbling down...

I had a vision. I stood at the top of a cliff. It was dark. Shadowy. Void of light and life. The skies above were blackened with a thick...

Sometimes shadows are cast dark over the soul. Smothering any light. And like a child cowering under the blankets, afraid of the dark,...