3Line Tales

The Quiet Inn

One word gotten after a long while of shuffling the squares. The others blurred before her eyes as she got the word QUIET The Quiet Inn, that deserted place, where her worst nightmare began. Shutting her eyes, she bowled over as  pain shot through her heart. The forgotten past became back to life in a… Continue reading The Quiet Inn

poetry, Writing


We never friends I and him were archenemies From before my birth The prophecies foretold This Child will destroy The Devil's work Will bring light to the dark Will show many the right path At every turn his success Will be your failure His existence spells your doom. With hatred he fights So I fight… Continue reading Foretold!