Death comes. No matter the person. No matter the time. Watch for the signs.
Years ago, a man named Carlos was on a midnight stroll around the cemetery when he spotted a veiled woman gliding along nearby. He scurried over and made a few attempts at small talk until she asked him what he wanted. Naturally, he asked her on a date. She said no, but told him to […]
Fox Robin was a farmer and Fox Robin Fold was his farm; the land was bought in recent years by Westleigh High School and is now the site of art rooms, language rooms and a humanities department. The old farmhouse which once stood here is all but forgotten, but the name is remembered in the […]
A Little tale of death…and dreaming. (Listener discretion is advised)