While at work, I composed a very, very, very short story . . . a fable, if you will. Actually, it is a freewrite. I mind you, everything in this story came gushing out of my mind without a second’s delay. Nothing has been revised, nor was editing or proofreading necessary. It only took me 1.5 minutes to write.
This is a brilliantly written collection of elegies and modern verse. The title indicates solemn oppression awaiting for the light of Heaven. The sun is wounded by the darkness. However, the contents are inspirational with a masque of dusk.
Between the soul’s eye and the mind’s eye there exists a center point. It is divided into two sections: Good and Evil. The only way to determine each element and classify their distinction is to cross a line. However, once crossed, the mind and soul connects causing confinement to the element chosen. These elements are the lines of distinction.
Fear has a new name. It wears no disguise. Prepare yourself to enter a world where the dead reanimate and souls disintegrate — the bowels of pure terror. Werewolves, mummies, vampires, ghosts, and serial killers take advantage of their victims. Each yarn has a twisted end, thus, given the name, Figure Eights.