A box without hinges, key, or lid,Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,It lies behind stars and under hills,And empty holes it fills,It comes first and follows after,Ends life, kills laughter.
What have I got in my pocket? he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.Not fair! not fair! he hissed. It isn't fair, my precious, is i...
Stronger than iron crueler than death
Probably I share a lot of stuff I haven't count them exactly but probably you understand the few. Why???Let me guess that you don't understand horror you take it like horror nothing else, I can tell y...
Vivant sans souffle,Froid comme la mort,Jamais assoiffé, toujours buvant,En cotte de mailles, jamais cliquetant.(Le poisson)
Polyphemus stiffened. Who said that?Nobody! Annabeth yelled.That got exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. The monster's face turned red with rage.Nobody! Polyphemus yelled back. I remember you!...
As for me horror is the genre which makes my life more interesting, mysteries my life to be something like a riddle which people go and hard go outside...But the music build my personality!
I never talk back. I listen and always remember your every word, so come pen or mouse, never forget that I will treasure your thoughts forever. Yours truly, Paper.
Alive without breath,As cold as death;Never thirsty, ever drinking,All in mail never clinking.
10/30/38Where do you look for someone who's never really there?Always on a staircase but never on a stair