Literature
A Deal And A Handshake
Snapping awake in the dead of night, I hear him. He's calling to me again but the tone has changed. What a wonderful voice; soft and melodious like a song. Its not even real. Its in my mind.
Nonetheless, I go to him. After looking into the abyss for too long, something has finally returned my gaze.
Still partly in a dream state, a small scared voice screaming in protest, I dress quickly and leave out the back door with the distinct feeling that I'll never return again, at least not the same.
A colossal force is shifting on my behalf. Its cold intellect throbs like clockwork in my skull
