Life is such a fickle thing, one might even consider it a punishment for some ungodly crime. Those rich and powerful, who are they to complain, they've never had to play this wickedest of games. Whilst the poor and beaten and often mistreated suffer beyond compare, but the majority, oh the majority simply sit on by with a blank stare.
It takes a day, dedicated to fighting this fray, for them to even have the slightest of says. Red nose day for one, is nothing but…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on March 25, 2011 at 7:30pm — No Comments
The was sun slowly falling, upon the misty glen, when out of the darkness came a figure that the devil would surely only send. A red coat slung across his shoulder, a musket upon his side, with a troop he came marching, as if he were one of many boulders upon this sickening tide.
It was this troop the child saw, and fear gripped her heart, these bastards had butcher her father, but that was surely just the start. With torches a'flame they approached, murder…Continue
Added by Tàmhas MacÀidh ~ Admin ~ on March 16, 2011 at 3:00pm — No Comments