paranormal

Finally, the water level topped off, leaving him with no more air to breathe. He drew his last breath and slipped down deep into the darkness that claimed his soul.

Love is always the right decision.

Every man will tell you little boys should not play with dolls but ask any mother and they will tell you, every little boy has gone to sleep cuddled into one at one time in there life.

He threw himself to his knees at the stone and tore his damning testimony from the pages of its testament. He held the only evidence of his identity in his hand and in one motion of forfeit and justice he cast it into the fire.

I__ not __tubborn.____h, really?__ifting my chin, I said, ____ determined._ (Violet to Doc)

What if I don't believe in magic, Finn?That's stupid, how can you not believe in magic, Coop? It's everywhere.

You don't smile enough, Coop.I smile, I tell her defensively. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squares off with me.But not like you mean it.

The arms, legs, and torso with head were dragged away in sections as the children were captivated by the drama, zealously chewing their candies with sticky teeth.

I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it's easy around her.

At the witching hour, the city was totally silent. Only the wind of portent blew through the gathered council of whispering brick chimneys on the rooftops, delivering the hand that would write upon the wall.

You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.

Do you know the story?No, Finn, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.

The biggest question, transcending physics and the realm of how he was able to do the extraordinary things he did, remained firmly rooted in the realm of metaphysics and begged an answer to why he could do these things.

_f anyone views himself as being totally perfect in the actual sense of the word, he is undoubtedly imperfect in God's eyes. For the thought alone is one of presumption, impurity and imperfection. One may rightly strive for perfection pertaining to character and spirit, but must bear in mind that he will never reach its purest form within this human body. The fact that he has strived for it until the end has made him 'perfect' in the eyes of God.

Where you been, girl?_ Harvey answered. ____e been sendin_ you twits for the last hour.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It__ a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don__ see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

Getting the poison to them is more difficult than it should be. I cannot just slip it into their food, they eat with the rest of the household, and as much as I dislike everyone here, I am not willing to poison them all. At least not yet.