But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.
Writing poetry is supernatural. Or, it should be.
(a.) Being beyond, or exceeding, the power or laws of nature; miraculous.
I do not understand what makes mothers think they are walking-talking thermometers.But I think somewhere during the process of giving birth and changing diapers, they actually begin to belive they hav...
The charm of horror only tempts the strong
Everyone has a monster inside
These scars that we have... they don't go away. They only fade with time, but they're still hauntingly there.
Then the one called Raltariki is really a demon? asked Tak.Yes—and no, said Yama, If by 'demon' you mean a malefic, supernatural creature, possessed of great powers, life span and the ability to tempo...
An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!
The poet or the story-teller who cannot give the reader a little ghostly pleasure at times never can be either a really great writer or a great thinker.
We are all beings of our own creation.
At root, what unites us are our unproven irrational beliefs of one kind or another in non-material dimensions of reality, inhabited by incorporeal beings that interact with us and frame our destiny in...
On Thursdays we're Teddy Bear Doctors
You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom, and I still believe that that's something worth fighting for.
To be without supernatural infusion of divine love and light is to have lost the glory
Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.
He was trying to tell me something.Derek snorted. Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement.
Truth is stranger than fiction...
Anyone who has experienced a strange episode in their life that defies all present scientific knowledge can appreciate the limits of human knowledge. There's nothing like such an event to make you kee...
All that Delaura noticed, though, was the uproarious crowing of the roosters.
I am perfectly sane. But then again, 94% of psychotics think they are perfectly sane. So we have to ask ourselves, what is sane?