Feeding The Myth

"Xander finds that some stories passed through the ages are not what they seem."

The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax."Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns."...

I rode across the ancient lands today,And thought of lovers past,I reminisced about the good times,And tried to blot out the bad.I rode across the ancient lands today,And thought of buildings gone,I chanced to come across the stones,Of my now...

A vapor dissipating quickly;A wisp of smoke vanishes in the air.The wind has a change in direction;All the sudden you are there.An illusion is on the horizon;An Oasis peeking through the haze.I squint and I can barely see it;If I...