farsighttherion20

Pestilence Peace. Such heavenly peace. In the midst of the soft fog muffling his faculties, a vague half-thought floated through his mind - he had never known a peace quite like this. He could think of nothing more wonderful than to remain this way forever. A sensation shifted gently in his consciousness; he felt a light touch at his brow, and then again at his wrist, soft and gentle. The comforting weight of warm blankets lay about his body, and he heard the muffled sound of quiet voices as if from a great distance - friendly, reassuring voices. In his bliss, nothing could go wrong. And then came the pain. Rough, uncaring hands hauled hi

The Darkness There used to be nothing I enjoyed more than to ride through the forests in western Gloucestershire on my old motorcycle. Nothing I liked more than to potter along the winding, half forgotten lanes that snaked their way through odd corners of the woods, where few people think to go. I was enthralled by the romantic and mysterious scenes that rolled past me, by the air of the fantastic given off by the gnarled old trunks and worm-eaten stumps that peered out at me, like old men wondering what noisy youth had awoken them from their slumber. But I rarely travel those roads now; I no longer have the courage to do so, not since the i