After Dusk Falls In the distance the trees looked like fading matches, their colors almost glowing in the dying light, and watching it, from a hundred doorways, were five hundred eyes. The children danced from foot to foot, anxiously awaiting the word from their parents that it was time for the night to begin and… Continue reading After Dusk Falls – story
Day: October 16, 2008
pictures of the memory of you
Having fun with a frame I found at work. The days are turning cold, and so are the thoughts. Can you smell the burning leaves too?
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 