BethNoz16

Warren Jones was roused from his fitful slumber by the dull scream of his alarm clock. Blearily staring in the darkness at the glowing numbers, which read 4:03, he groaned, wishing he could sleep a little later. But alas, his flight to South America, wherever the Hell it was he was going, was at 7:00, so he really did have to get up and get going to the airport. Reaching across, he smacked the clock, and its incessant screeching came to a sudden halt. Swinging his legs out of the bed, with much more energy than he felt, he turned to look at his wife. Laura was lying pale and pretty in the moonlight that was coming through the window. Damn, th

Little,  little pixie folk, Flying through the night Looking for the Children Whose parents they will spite. Little, little faerie folk, Hush the crying child Stolen from it's homely crib Taken to the wild. Little, little Cannibals Lick your lips and grin Hide the bones of children Who'll never see their kin. Little, little children Beware of trickery From creatures of the night That adults never see Little, little grown-ups Hush the crying child Used to replace your own Who's dying in the wild Little, little changeling Hide your nature true From the human morons You've work yet left to do.

"Come on Skinny Love, just last the year." Six and a half months. It had been six and a half months since he had realised he was in love with her. Six and a half long, tortuous months. "Pour a little salt, we were never here." She knew. She knew that he was in love with her. She had known before he had, but she'd never said anything. If she did, it would ruin what they had, so it was best to just pretend that she hadn't seen anything and not pour salt in to the wounds that she'd make if she told him she knew. "My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my." "Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer." It was too much for her. He couldn't keep