I do so enjoy the mornings.
The sun rises. Birds sing their welcome to a yawning populace.
And I go to bed after a long night of blood letting and feeding.
31 words isn't much to tell a tale, but even those few are able to chill your blood. 31 is 13 backwards, and... More
I do so enjoy the mornings.
The sun rises. Birds sing their welcome to a yawning populace.
And I go to bed after a long night of blood letting and feeding.