Friends and family,
People who are close to me
And to whom I can commit
I've got to have it
My first kiss,
A much imagined bliss
The two of us will never split
I really want it
Love and laughter,
Wonderful now and hereafter
A joy that everyone must admit
We can't live without it
In a boat together
Kissing each other how
I'll want forever
You held my heart in your hand
Then all of a sudden, forgot your vow
Enticed by something much more grand
My heart fell into the sea
It's the norm now
No one cares about me
I stood just inside the forest, the snow swirling around me, but I did not notice, my fur protected from the cold and my mind was distracted by my mission. My master, Dracula, would be pleased to know I have tracked the human thus far. All had been easy, up to this point, but now the fool was stumbling around in the snow, toward an abandoned graveyard, on Walpurgis nacht of all nights. Stupid human. Dracula would be reclining on my pelt within the week if anything happened to the man.
The snow was coming down thicker and faster now, and a flash of lightning lit up the dark night sky. In it I could see the man running towards me, probably hop
The Woman from the Subway by Bookmouse, literature
Literature
The Woman from the Subway
Paul awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows, but the first thing he saw was the stained trousers folded over a chair. Rising, he took them into the bathroom to clean off the muck, but to no avail. A new plan in mind, Paul opened his suitcase for another pair of trousers, but found that all had identical, sickly-orange blotches.
"Idiot maid, pulling a prank like this," came the frustrated mumble. Nevertheless he dressed, putting on otherwise clean trousers and headed downstairs with the rest in a bag.
After entering the lobby Paul, being a country boy, studied the parquet floor as he walked. "I see he left his mark." Paul turned and