The Hounds of Baskerville


The Rhyme They hunted at dawn. Sometimes at dusk. Even when their lord was Ill and on the mend.   The legend continues about those hounds of Baskerville. It better not be you they are sniffing for.   There is no mercy. The longer you remain on the run means that there will be an unforgiving, bloody end.   The weather could be hot. The … Continuer de lire The Hounds of Baskerville

Llewelyn’s Crows (A Poetic Story Series)


I  Cannot (A Historical Fictitious Poem) There are so many emotions to feel, yet not enough words to express them. Only a few escaped to the surface. The rest are so deep that they flow like a neverending river that some want to enter and take a swim. My present life is the way it is due to a horrible twist of fate, because of … Continuer de lire Llewelyn’s Crows (A Poetic Story Series)