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I realized I didn't have any good photos from yesterday so I had to dig back in the phone and here's what I found! We'll see if ...

I realized I didn't have any good photos from yesterday so I had to dig back in the phone and here's what I found! We'll see if ...

Source Earlier this week I was definitely bombarded with a lot of school obligations. Well, it's not really new since my hands have been...

My reading habits leave much to be desired, yet despite its obvious issues, one thing that I can say is that once I start a book or a ser...

A Game of Thrones Keep Powis Castle is a Grade I listed country home in northern Wales overlooking the town of Welshpool. The first glim...

A grey dripping figure kept trying to rise up in my mind which I ruthlessly violently banished. ― Iris Murdoch Childhood Streets The str...

The turning point is that moment of naked acceptance of the truth. —Ellyn Stern Cellar Stairs After my fall on the wine cellar stairs, I...

Hope was the child, I thought, Felicity and I might have some day if I ever got up the nerve to ask her for a date. Hope I thought I'd e...

I love watching her, She's a portrait in noir —a silent film of gestures Felicity Dunn “Is this too mature for a six-year old?” Angie ro...

I love watching her, She's a portrait in noir —a silent film of gestures “Is this too mature for a six-year old?” Angie rolls her eyes. ...

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with faded echoes of voices. Drops of te...

The dead appear to us in dreams because that's the only way we can see them; what we see is a projection, beamed from a great distance, s...

The dead appear to us in dreams because that's the only way we can see them; what we see is a projection, beamed from a great distance, s...

She had followed a trail left by a dead man. It was only now she realised it might lead to a grave. ― Anthony Horowitz Gail and I both f...

A power outage is an interruption and leveller. In a blackout, progress ceases, time stops, technology freezes and we’re back in a cave h...

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow. ― Ursula K. Le Guin After talking to Poppy’s neighbour, Gail and I felt unsttled. He to...

The soul of place is like an invisible net―or force field ―cast up at times from within a house, neighbourhood, or landscape to draw us ...

Vision does not take place in the eye, but in an area located in the back of the brain. Everything we perceive to be “out there” is being...

Apparitions can be confused with hauntings. The difference is apparitions are "live" (intelligent consciousness) and hauntings ...

I suspect some ancient magnetism; a call from the centre of things; a dim, almost lost memory, or perhaps a presentiment. — Roger Cailloi...

Within the house, walls continued upright―bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the ...

The darkness seemed to pulse with a life of its own... a silent, watchful presence. Spooky Cellar We were here on the outskirts of Toron...

The house shelters day-dreaming protecting dreamers, allowing anyone to dream in peace. ― Gaston Bachelard Gail Simpson I call myself a...

At archaeological sites, there's always a doorway. A dividing point between here and there, us and them, mundane and magical. When doors ...

I love the colourful clothes she wears And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that li...

Could it be my dead wife is my designated guardian angel? Or is she instead a foretaste of Purgatory? And how do you tell the difference?...

Not every story has to end with all the problems solved and loose ends tied up...but this one did and I'm glad. It was frustrating. I bo...

There had been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wis...

And so with sunshine and great bursts of leaves growing on trees,I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with t...

We have only a little time to please the living, but all eternity to love the dead — Sophocles When I accepted a position at 19th cetury...