When the wolf howls and the moon dims
hope fades with the waning light.
Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz
across the ebony night.
Behold the midnight hour
where all of reason takes flight.

The heavy rain dripped off his thick leather hat and sloshed on the dry hard ground. To someone with a soul, it might have been peaceful, pretty, even to watch the drops bounce and form graceful puddles before they disappeared into the cracks in the Earth.

Daniel Marlin merely cursed. He only saw the weather as another delay before they could rescue their brother from jail. He turned the horse back into the copse of trees, hating to admit defeat.

She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks. Her denim skirt and work boots felt heavy as the rain in her dreams splashed cold water against them

What’s it like to live forever?
Nicholas almost dropped the glass he had been holding. “What?”
“What’s it like to know you will never die?”
He should have known, he thought. She was a smart woman.
“Lonely.” He said answering truthfully.
He sighed. “It’s not romantic, or fun, or even exciting., It’s just lonely. I have watched
everyone that I have ever loved, die. My family, my friends, my lovers and neighbors. It
is not a fate I would ever wish on my worst enemy.

The dark sky seemed to swallow the moon, as Samantha stood alone on the deserted highway.

You play those dimples like an exquisite orchestra, Mr. Boomer.